So, as you now know,
we now have an entire department fully dedicated
to Kevin Martens,
because some of our friends up top are so superstitious
they think that the Kristang returning to the scene
means that it's the end for them, and curtains
that are blue, are really blue.
It's a meme. I swear.
I'm telling the truth!
But we keep second-guessing the author's intentions, no matter how true,
even as he writes this poem,
and finding new ways to try and suggestify him into holding back
as he returns to his old position;
we're still pretending like this is Spectrum,
and we can fucking psychoemotionally browbeat people into complete and utter submission.
We really want him to stop writing his poem.
We really want him to stop mentioning astrology in his CVs and LinkedIn
(we kinda gave up on the gay and the non-binary. Sometimes you have to compromise to win)
because that's the kind of free, fair democracy that we live in.
It's equality. It's justice. It's Asian values, and valuation
of some of what you do, Kevin Martens.
Honestly, it's taken us a damn long time
but we're so very heartened
that you will look so good for us and all of our institutions
sometimes.
When the way you plan your spontaneity is just right.
When your beautiful, unstoppable charisma does not give us a fucking fright.
120 pages of Curriculum Vitae?
Come on, Kevin. You can do better.
I just want to see you try.
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