Saturday, January 24, 2009

the correspondence

between letters
he fingers the tiny ridges
traces the small depressions
of each postmark on the buff envelopes


"with / in
i am..."

between letters
he sees small gaps
notes the matted fibres
the warp and weft of creamy paper


"but / how
may we..."

between letters
he reads other, older missives
addressed "to whom... and "it has.. .."
softly tugs the knotted red ribbon packages

hefts their welcome weight

they fuck with their eyes open like books
amid cries of "author! Author!.."


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