An Open Letter to Huntsville

Dear Huntsville,

Don’t be coy.  Just cozy up here next to Tennessee and let a girl get to you.  This pretending to be on the boarder, then sneaking south as I try to reach you is cute, but we’re too old to play chase each other down the interstate.

Plus, fuck, it’s a long way to you and home again in an evening.

Love,

B.

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