letter #3

237.09.33

I saw you yesterday

You looked good!

... the muse is a mystery that reaches out its hand only when your throat is ready to swallow the sacred sip. Then the accumulated fat layer begins to melt from your brain and you can answer inquiring eyes why does a pear plum smells like a man's lips.

... and if you promise to be born while your embarrassed body admires new perspectives, you will have to promise to meet her with a rolling divine spasm, imbued with pleasure and suffering. Because if you want to touch her, you will have to tense your torso, relax your eyeball, breathe deeply and humbly extend your hand to her, because this is the future, and in it the muse will never be a mystery to you.

"this life form needs sex" - Allen Ginsberg whispered to me

Published ELLE Lithuania, 11, 2025