Hours After You

                You didn’t clean up before you got in the car and drove away. But I did. I stayed. You didn’t call when you got to the bar, and didn’t save me a seat, even though I asked if you could. I called, and you didn’t pick up. I sat in the kitchen and ate…

Twelve Years Time

‘Hi Amy. I hope this finds you well. I haven’t seen you in twelve years. Do you still have my underwear? Those white briefs? I think that you do. I wonder if you wear them. Can picture you next to the window, spending all your life thinking about me. Twelve years that are all about…

Marriage Three Sixty

Dear Martha, I hope this correspondence finds you well. I know that is a terrible way to start a letter, but please show me a better way and I will use it. I found a letter, dear, in my closet, that read like this: Dear Anthony, I get weirded out when I more strongly connect…

Burst – Saladin

    Saladin   Dear Saladin. I am not young anymore. I am not your revolution spirit. Not the thrust of your steel. Nor the burning of your star. I receive your letters still. Words are undimmed. A grave red-handed battle Is what you propose. A sorcery that makes the spite To which we are…