my letterbox has been empty since tuesday. picture me sitting around in my house robe & headscarf, shuffling back & forth just to kill time.
when your mail eventually arrives, kids will play & run in the yard again, the palm trees will sprout & touch the sky.
it’s been weeks & the delivery man has not stopped by my door but he does stare questionably when he passes. so i try to keep myself busy you know, by pulling at my greying hair, looking perpetually bored & evading sunlight every now & then.
when i receive your response, it will be a different kind of rhythm & blues. all my bets will return maximum pot winnings. even the delivery man will get a large tip.
if you pay attention, you might see that i have that glow in me, day by day, the way wine tastes better as it ages, the way metal turns to gold, in a world of alchemy.
– yours xx
