Dear Bob Dylan,

There it was- Bob Dylan wins a Pulitzer.

And he ascends.

With everything going all sorts of different ways, life and fate sliding through us. Sometimes I feel like we are actually sitting still, me barely moving through my days under this Phoenix sun, driving to work, home from work. Sitting out back smoking a cigarette, watching the sky. Sipping wine, my thoughts fleeing in a thousand directions. You, about to leave the country on tour.

But we’re actually moving aren’t we? Morning and night. This is what love continues to do to me. I’m like a borderline case. I hold my city in one hand, my dreams in the other.

I suffered a hundred thousand happy heartbeats when I learned about your Pulitzer citation. I wandered around my house like a bird. I said nothing. I drank to curb my loneliness.

All my love.