Letter #8
Octavian messed with us
as August inherited July’s sun
and I appointed someone
to do my skiing for me
Then thunder struck
and it occurred to me
that being so little
of unknown pronoun
being lost to me eternally
returned to me unexpectedly
namelessly and so ethereally
compared to he who was imperially
Octavian
and was blond they say
20 November 2023
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