Dear Jack

by Lizzie Searle

Dear Jack,

Darling I miss you. It hurts this far away. It’s pleasurable.

I know you miss me so much more than I miss you.

You’re needy and pathetic and rich. I love you.

I love the nights we sing together, huddled on the same piano stool or better still when I recline across your baby grand in Fifth Avenue.

I know you’re well – you’re seeing me tomorrow! Thanks for asking, I could not be better.

No one could.

Today I polished off my third first-class essay this week and was sent more flowers from an anonymous admirer.

Bless. They’re bonny.

With love as always and best wishes that one day I might write just one first-class essay, that I could not be better and that you might exist.

p.s. There are no flowers and they’re not bonny.

The Poor Print

The Poor Print is Oriel College's student newspaper, with contributions from across the JCR, MCR, SCR, and staff. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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