There are no photographs
out of which he
smiles
no garlanded frames
or charcoal sketches
moist eyes and choked whispers
utter his name
anxiously
careful not to uncover
those dusty memories
too quickly
and make it all too real
all over again
Letter to an imaginative thyroid gland
-
Dear Ms. Gland,
I hope this letter finds you in the
pink
of health
Or at least a few shades
closer to happiness
than you were
after our Monday meeting
that...
11 years ago
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