I want to get right up close, intimate. I want to dig myself a little hole, nestle in a pore, bury myself way, down deep. The polaroid camera I carry in my plastic bag will come in handy. I'm going to be evaluating you, my dear. I'm going to get right up close. I want to capture you from angles you've never seen, from angles I want to remember always. You nicknamed freckles, scars, my breasts--- your favorite parts of me. You asked if I were to leave you, ever, would I change them? I remained silent, stitching together a quilt, a quilt of my favorite parts of you--- captured with my eyes, captured with my polaroid. I plan on sleeping with you forever--- eternal sleep, my dear.