Dear Dr. Smith,

Why is your final due at midnight tonight? I have had something due every day this week, and I’m tired. I had a final this morning and I wrote for an hour and half straight. My brain is turning to mush, and you want me to talk about a surprising connection between two poetry movements after 1955, as well as the striking tendencies that occured in the authors’ writing? It’s just too much to ask!

Lindsay
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Dear Tater,

Why must you meow all the time? I’m trying to write. Can’t you just sit still? You’re like a two year old. You jump in my lap, and then you jump down. You jump on top of my computer desk, you jump down. You jump on the bookshelf from the computer desk, you jump back down. I realize you like to be in high places but you’re distracting me. Please. Give me four more days and then you can jump up and down however much you want to. I love you, but I’ll love you even more if you’ll sit still!

Lindsay
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Dear Ikea,

Why can’t you be in Florida?

Lindsay

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Dear Alan Ginsberg,

I keep writing about your writing even though its filled with graphic information about your exploits with other men. You’re a good writer. My boyfriend can’t believe I had to read your poetry, but he just doesn’t know a revolutionary beat poet when he sees one. The only question is: will Dr. Smith deduct points because I keep mentioning you in my modules?

Lindsay
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