Dear Johnny,               There are two types of people.

 

Dear Johnny,               Yesterday, I tasted vodka made in Switzerland from potatoes fertilized by sheep manure. It had

 

hints of vanilla.

 

Dear Johnny,               Today I went to the Cloisters and was turned on by the headless torso of Jesus.

 

Dear Johnny,               You are in me like shrapnel. A pot to be scoured.

 

Dear Johnny,               Let’s not forget how a simple slip of fingering can ruin it all.