Books books books are the key to my heart.
So keep Catcher in the Rye in your coat pocket and
Bananafish near by.
Call me Tess and I’ll call you Angel Clare; it will be our thing.
And like Emily said our words live only when they are spoken
aloud,
So sound your barbaric yawp yawp yawp like Walt and I will
know you are there.
Reside in the West Egg for five years and I promise I will
stop by.
We’ll take your yellow coupe and drive all day on the summer
solstice.
I’ll never miss it when I am with you.
If you will be Arthur, I will be your Trillian.
With you as my guide, I won’t require the Hitchhiker’s
expertise.
And whether your prefer J.D. or Sylvia, hate Austen but love
Thackeray,
Mostly I love that you care at all.
