By jill (jills@wam.umd.edu)
Date: 12 June 1999

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you have unassumingly assumed the biggest responsibility of all-
delecately balancing my gentle heart in one hand
and my nasty self-assuredness in another.
it's really quite a combination.
you really have your work cut out for you.
you follow in a long line of true assholes 
and there isn't much to say you're the saving grace.
what are you to do?
you plan to leave come the fall
so we had better make this quick. 
i have plans for you, i want you to be the savior and the saint and the date and the phone conversationalist and the devil and the pursuer and the hunted and the opportunity and the walker and the opressor and the instigator and the man who i can find salvation in some saturday night while the world is damp and dark and you have an 
empty house and a bottle of kalua.
maybe i just need a drink. 
maybe i just need to get... maybe i need to calm down.
maybe we have had it out for each other. 
maybe i can't spend too much time thinking about it. 
maybe time is not on our side, but oh, how the fates are.