Biological

I am not a homemaker or a homewrecker. I am a gypsy and I raise gypsies who flee and flounder and find themselves over and over and dream and believe and forget and stay homeless in a world full of pretty picture windows and empty smiles and broken mirrors.

I don’t do math or theoretical anything though I have long ago mastered the hypothetical and I ask every question expecting I will receive an answer. I never, ever do rhetorical. So tell me:

Why did you send me all those letters?

You have always confused me.

You say yes and no and yes again. You tell me stories and show me secrets and always you are trying to find the words that I will respond to. My strength is my resistance, my unhappy travels through time and space without companion, my lack of need. I never need to be needed. I am forgiving and kind and never remembering. I am everything you ever wanted but you have no idea why.

So tell me.

Why did you send me all those letters?

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