Dear B. Lately I’ve been craving black tea and blood oranges. Lately I’ve been thinking about thinking and about apostrophe and what comes after the epistolary form ends. Of course. I’m certain. You’ve been thinking too. Probably. About the way …
Dear B. ‘I received your letter yesterday about the time the doorknob broke’ ‘the beautiful uncut hair of graves’ the carpenter ants guarding the heavy headed peonies and the eternal labor of grief. It’s April again and you are still …
Dear B. After yesterday’s cleaving I bought a lottery ticket from a gas station off the highway not the interstate on the highway you know the one with the statue of the sinister bright green dinosaur kids always want to …