What if Genre secretly wrote a letter to Literature?

And it began:

I saw you tonight. You were walking with your cabal from the university to the little bar across the street where the professors and graduate students fraternize. You were in the dark, plain clothes that you think of as elegant. I have always thought they made you look pale. I was at the newsstand. I think that you saw me, but pretended not to. I want to say it didn’t sting.

You’ve got to read the rest for yourself - I think it’s funny, smart, and true.




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