Love Letter to a Poet #6: RC Weslowski
Hey, Weslowski!
I am going to hug you so hard. So hard that it seamlessly transforms into holding. Holding your body so that your cells rewrite code in your DNA that tells the cells of your offspring to love themselves before completion.
I shall do this before you are cloned so that Steve Weslowski will not be afraid of how wonderful he is.
I will hold you. I will lay there and hold you when you want die. When you are scared of who I am holding. Because I love you, and not because I want to see you naked or touch your penis. Trust me, I really do not want anything to do with your penis, unless it will save your life. So don’t taunt venomous snakes with your boner, Ran-dick. I really don’t want to HAVE TO suck out the poison.
I say this because I know you, my friend. It’s because I love your spirit so endlessly that I wish it to go on and to feel the heartbeat that keeps such a beautiful man so loving.
I know what you think about when it’s dark and when you’re alone among friends. I know why you write those words. I know that some horrific and wonderful forces must’ve hugged those ideas into your cells too, instructing your body to say what is true and real.
You’re a real live boy, Randy. You’re allowed to be now. You’re supposed to be. Supposed to be the voice for those who need it hugged into them as well. I feel that because you’ve hugged it into my eyes and ears and torso and and heart.
You want the world to love itself. Teach it a lesson. Show them how it’s done.
I will hug you and love you like two creatures that wish they were the same being in order to become an awesome, loving Voltron of sensitive badassery. We can do this. We can win. And through this, it will show the right people how to love us the way we always wanted to be loved. I am willing to hold your hand. I am willing to be the brother that would sacrifice my body to ensure yours lives on. Luckily, hugging you does not require my demise.
Win/win, if you ask me.
So when I can not be around to do my job in arm-wrappery, please:
Go hug yourself!
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