i asked my friend to text me something pretty and this is what he sent:

child
your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing
i want to fill it with color and ducks,
the zoo of the new

whose names you mediate-
april snowdrop,
indian pipe
little

stalk without wrinkle
pool in which images
should be grand and classical

not this troublous
wringing of hands
this dark
ceiling without a star

--slyvia plath