BROTHER THOMAS,
You know how I always seem to be struggling, even when the situation doesn’t call for it? Well, I finally found a place where my struggling fits right in: the sunny Middle East. Brooding and moping doesn’t seem overdramatic in Israel or Egypt or Turkey. Today I stood in a recently bombed-out train station. I looked at the charred, twisted metal and I thought, “Finally my outsides match my insides.” Maybe I should take a tour of the world’s trouble spots and really relax. See you soon.
DEAR LUCY,
Okay, here’s what I think now. Ready? I have to establish an overall plan for my overboard life. When I cross the finish line of my twenties this fall and that thirty flag goes down, I’d like to be closing in on having some idea of whatever it is that my life is about.
Here’s what I’ve come up with so far: a) I’ll get back into therapy, maybe with a woman therapist this time; b) I’ll stop coloring my hair and dye it back to its normal color—I’ll artificially go natural; c) I’ll only date people I really like, so I can feel like there’s some point to it; d) I’ll fix the eating thing; e) I’m going to slip my hand out of the comforting clasp of chemicals—No More Drugs. Also, get up early every day, read more, keep a journal, talk on the phone less, do less shopping and, eventually, have a child with someone. Obviously, the plan is in a really rough early phase, so I’ll keep you posted as this gets honed down.
Honey, I’m honed.
DEAR GRAN,
Yet another offering to add to your collection of my poetic works.
Oh wow now
I’ve done it
I’ve made a mess
I feel a fool
I feel obsessed
When we get to the good part
Will I have something to wear?
I know my heart’s in the right place
’Cause I hid it there
I act so much like myself
It’s a little unreal
It’s a lot of work
It’s no big deal
My heart’s in the right place
Ticking away inside my torso
I’m just like other folks
Only that much more so
I remind myself
Of someone I’ve never met
Of someone I’d like to meet
Of someone I can’t forget
I’m not insane
But I’m halfway there
You can tell from the smoke
Rising from my molten hair
Follow me down insight road
And I’ll show you the sights along the way
I’m a flash and the world is my pan
Have a nice day
Give Granpaw a kiss if he remembers me. This is the kind of vacation I might need a vacation after. I’ll call you when I get home.