hand written,
a rare
thing these days.
i've said everything there
is to say.
my story, my take on life.
bitter truths,
no lies.
it's three pages.
i read it out loud,
over and over,
before i'm happy with it.
crossing words out,
adding words.
post scripts.
finally i hold it up to the light
then fold it.
i slide it into the envelope
addressed,
a stamp pressed into
the right hand corner.
i seal it with a long lick
against the back
glue stripe.
done.
maybe i'll never send it,
maybe tonight,
we'll see. we'll see.
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