Re: [postcard: gin & tonic]
[The writer continues to use black ink, untroubled.]
I don't garden. I never have. Decomposition funds new life, of course, which is why the soil is so interesting. It accepts death and creates fresh and green things. The beginning and the end, ouroboros, as you say. I don't smell so complicated. Just like dirt.
I was someone good, way back when. Someone happy, who found being good very simple. Ever literally in viscera? Who accepts your kisses? A longtime lover, or a one night stand?
So you aren't always bitter, then. That reassures me, Tonic. You don't seem bitter to me.
[A blot of ink.] Someone else took the person I loved from me, and enjoyed it. They made sure I knew they did. Truly, Gin