Hey.
I got your e-mail.
They’re more like notices
Getting shorter as they come
Like I am a transaction.
I’m sorry it took me a day
To respond.
Had to go through the letters
You used to send me. I keep them in a
Bundle, Dear, by my pillow.
Tied loosely with the rosepoint sash
Of my lingerie unwashed
Since you left.
How much do stamps cost now?
I knew you better when
Your illegible cursives would
Stroke me gently and lift my skirt
Then I would feel how you went
Through your day as your
Loops and tittles sigh with
The release of your pen.
And I would lean back, weakened
with the pages consumed by your presence.
Before resealing your letters
I’d taste you in the flap.
Showing posts with label letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label letters. Show all posts
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Letters
Hey.
I got your e-mail.
They’re more like notices
Getting shorter as they come
Like I am a transaction.
I’m sorry it took me a day
To respond.
Had to go through the letters
You used to send me. I keep them in a
Bundle, Dear, by my pillow.
Tied loosely with the rosepoint sash
Of my lingerie unwashed
Since you left.
How much do stamps cost now?
I knew you better when
Your illegible cursives would
Stroke me gently and lift my skirt
Then I would feel how you went
Through your day as your
Loops and tittles sigh with
The release of your pen.
And I would lean back, weakened
with the pages consumed by your presence.
Before resealing your letters
I’d taste you in the flap.
I got your e-mail.
They’re more like notices
Getting shorter as they come
Like I am a transaction.
I’m sorry it took me a day
To respond.
Had to go through the letters
You used to send me. I keep them in a
Bundle, Dear, by my pillow.
Tied loosely with the rosepoint sash
Of my lingerie unwashed
Since you left.
How much do stamps cost now?
I knew you better when
Your illegible cursives would
Stroke me gently and lift my skirt
Then I would feel how you went
Through your day as your
Loops and tittles sigh with
The release of your pen.
And I would lean back, weakened
with the pages consumed by your presence.
Before resealing your letters
I’d taste you in the flap.
Labels:
letter writing,
letters,
poetry,
snail mail
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