Haiku of the Day:
In a sky blue box,
we waited under white masks.
Clowns at the ready.
I only knew you for a small fraction of your time here, but the time you gave was smart and rambunctious and kind, and I'm thankful for every minute of it. I'm reminded in particular to the moment of us prepping to exit the cabinet during Lover's Quarrels and how intimate it felt as we mirrored each other in the dark, hands pressed tight to the handles, waiting for our cue. Rest in peace Bryan.
PS -Also, you rapped like a motherf**king boss.
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