written circa july 2007
the letters are
so good. delicious. luxurious. unpolluted at times.
i read over them easily.
running my eyes (like fingers) over
l e t t e r.
pause to savour the illegitimacy of punctuation.
page breaks like awkward silences.
endings like fuzzy pink outlines on this morning ocean sky.
read and reread.
you are my stranger.
i barely know you
(but, then, i barely know myself).