This poem is more in line with the poetry I’m used to writing. Very concrete and abstaining from figurative/abstract language while still conveying surrealism. Because this is a dream, I’m hoping the audience will try to visualize the entire scene as if Josephine’s father actually transformed. You know, in that way that can only happen in dreams.
SQUID. Squid. I love you. I love this note. How do I reply to the amazingness of this. YOU are the cool one here, though. It is fact. Besties forever if you’ll have me. (づ￣³￣)づ Gonna draw you so much stuff now what have you done.
NO STOP IT STOP THIS MADNESS! YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME SOB GROSSLY. COME HERE I WILL MAKE US TEA AND WE WILL WEAR THICK SWEATERS I DON’T CARE WHAT ELSE WE DO BUT THIS IS THE SETTING.