If it were, that, you gave a dam

Dearest Cari,

They are trying to put me in jail. They are trying to get me deported. My language does not belong here, this, we know, we write about. Saturn is grinning at me. Last time he was in my bed, he said, see you in fifteen more years. Saturn is made of desires held from youth. I love the way he kisses me, and how that's what it is between us. Text.

-Bajo