love letters and lace

love letters and lace laying on my roll top

reminders and reminiscings on days of yore

beckoning me back

bidding me to before

I can argue, but I choose not

Instead moonwalk towards

the girl I was

the one I always slid

into back pocket of my Joradache jeans

creasing her edges, folding her arms,

criss crossing her legs, bending her neck

chin to chest – held tight and enclosed

sealed envelope with last month’s rent

forgotten until the eviction notice hangs on doornail

stamp and send her off to square up

or paper knife her licked seal

releasing her from the fold

opening, shaking her straight

I allow her to be

just be



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