he read the poem and called me a gemini assassin and i nearly fell out of my chair. in a good way.
i laughed. well, my blog is black, i said.
it could also mean emo, he said.
i’m not emo.
there’s a ninja that guards my portal, i said.
i don’t doubt that, he said.
strange though, that this conversation came up because it was in an email that somehow had not reached me. and he’d panicked when i didn’t respond.