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Sep. 20, 2010 Dear Nick, It has been about a
month since I last saw you. Moving to New York and being thrown into the
trenches of a fine arts graduate program is both exhilarating and daunting.
IÕm doing this alone. I wish you were here. I wish you were beside me while I
caress your big curls and smell your sweet armpits. I wish I could wake up
with you while you sleep and keep the bed and the cats warm. Thanks again for sending
me your curly locks. I know, I know, itÕs for an art project. ItÕs supposed
to be a conceptual piece, but the moment I opened the mail and touched your
hair, I felt a little bit more at ease with the world and with this program.
Every time I sit in the studio and fill the capsules with your hair I close
my eyes and think of times when I ran my hands through them. Hey, remember
the time when you started developing chest hair shaped like an eagle
spreading its wings? I noticed it when we were taking a shower in our first
apartment together. You didnÕt like the fact that I was pointing at it and
laughing as I try to animate the eagle with soapsuds. ItÕs your fault for
dating an artist. Anyway, whatever body
hair you trim and whatever head of hair you get buzzed, please mail them to
me. Preferably in separate bags with time, date, and place. I still have lots
of capsules to fill and moments of being alone in this city. Yes, there are
plenty of boys here to fool with, but IÕm still in love with you. Hopefully you can come
over soon! Spring maybe? Tell your mom that I said hi and give her a big hug!
Give the kitties a big belly rub too. Love, Jade |
© Jade Yumang