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The Words in Letters
A letter opens and time turns back a letter opens and a wound appears a letter opens
with an apology and closes with an exclamation point a letter opens and the words are
like birds flying in a hail storm and I cross out the names in my green book and a letter
opens and there’s a note about birthdays and deadlines and I cross out all my little
mercies and gifts and I cross out name after name in my red book of loans and
repayments I am now unaccountable as if that matters and a letter opens with open
sesame but I have no words to close the mouth of a cave when a letter opens and I
lowercase your name or underline your name and your letter says I love you more since I
know how much I make you suffer and I open your letter again and your warm breath
falls like a kiss on my face a letter opens and says wherever you choose to be there you
will be and the words in the letter I open will not give me the time of day anymore and
I cross out names in my black book and highlight the ones I want and copy edit the
entries with symbols using asterisks and bullets and a voice hides in my throat as I am
un-Whitmanesque and I will not celebrate myself by myself as I lie in my leaves of
letters because they are so easily torn. |
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