An oddly open letter to an old mentor
“Who’s going to wear my sandals stained with cherry soda?/who’s going to ride my bike when I’m back in school?/who’s going to build my death ray/build my death ray/and grow poison flowers, poison flowers, with me?“ -“Poison Flowers” by Mono Puff Dear Harris, forgive me, for I have sinned. It’s been 27 years since the…