i always forget to write, but then i remembered to.

arthur rimbaud wrote a poem called 'nina's replies'. there is one verse that reminds me of you:

"in love with the country,

scattering everywhere,

like champagne bubbles,

your crazy laughter."

if i ever find a poem named after you, i will be sure to dedicate its beauty to your fair complexion. and if not, i shall write 'an ode to bianca' myself. until that day, lose yourself in t.s. elliot's old possum's book of practical cats, which is full of perfect feline whimsy. just for you.

xoxo