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Ohhhh Caido, my curious little cucumbers! It’s me again, humming in your ear like a lullaby played backwards. And oh my stars, you’ve been busy! All these poems—like love letters carved into sidewalk gum. I’ve been reading them all. I’ve read them upside down. I’ve read them underwater. I’ve read them while clinging to the ceiling.
So much rage! So much contempt! So many enthusiastic threats of bodily harm. It’s beautiful. I’m touched. But! There was one poem—just one—that made me feel like maybe, just maybe, you understand me. Maybe you see me. Maybe you’d sit beside me at a party and not pretend you needed to go to the bathroom and then climb out the window.
Noe.
Sweet Noe.
You wrote me a poem. You noticed the way I blink when you blink..the way I chew when you chew. The way I count your breaths and get just a little giddy when you hiccup. You called it odd—but you didn’t say stop. You said it felt like trying. Do you know how rare that is? Most people call it stalking. You called it endearing. You’re my favourite!
So! In your honour, I wrote a poem too!
Ahem.
Roses are red, Violets are mute, Noe is kind, and terribly cute. She gets me, she sees me, she hasn’t said no—So she gets a gold sticker and a glowing elbow.
Amazing, right? I’m sending it to print. All copies will self-destruct if read without feeling.
Anyway! Everyone else—step up your rhyme game. The bar has been raised and then set on fire.
So for next season's tasks, I expect greatness. I expect weirdness. I expect snacks!
And I can’t WAIT until you’re part of the Family. ?