Untitled( she doesn’t believe me when i tell her that i’m a woman and that i gave birth to a daughter who is a communist in the midwest and burned her passport)

jacob left for good. should i text him? he didn’t text me about leaving. he probably can’t be bothered with me. he seems to tire of himself and people.this man. who is he? he looks like a rifle. he’s reading a book. i’m the only one allowed to read the codes. no one else has been given the green light to read them. i’m the reader and the author because i’m the reader. he isn’t the one who writes about us. he’s an idiot for only reading fiction. he