Tuesday, April 12

A letter? Is that the title? A letter

My dear Dandelion,

I haven't really changed. You say I disappointed you, and that I'm loveless, even though I could have sworn I told you I love my sparkly reflection in the river at night and your hair in the morning. And trains and stray cats, too; didn’t I say that? I don’t know, I guess you didn’t notice when I was holding your hand all those times. Last summer, almost the whole summer; then there was that night in August --you giggled and they said it was inappropriate. And that day you did the twirly thing down the frozen road, your world transformed. And the last time your car turned the final corner that took you out of me. That was only days ago. You didn’t know I was there? Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have said those things. Okay. Sometimes blood stains the floor and hungry people don’t get food, but listen. The daffodils bloomed this year, and your “notes” in math class are pretty, and you’re sick of me. But I'd still like to grab a milkshake with you sometime. Grab it, you know? Your fingers seizing so desperately the cup is broken and cold stickiness gets all over your hands, licked by your tongue, dripping on heated pavement, mixing it up with the puddles. You know? Sticky hand wanders to sticky hand, and you would recognize a me that you know, and I’d walk you home like I always do.






Love,
Memphis Tennessee

morgiepoo thinks really deep thoughts @ 11:38 PM

4 Comments:

 Eileen said...

I think this is about me. I would be upset that you're upset but then this is so beautiful.

4/14/2005 9:06 PM  

 Eileen said...

oops. I'm glad that that wasn't love, morgan instead of love, memphis. now I am sincerely happy. you're wonderful.

4/14/2005 9:46 PM  

 Cadet Alanna said...

morgan, this is more than amazing. i can't even begin to say. it's just beautiful.

4/16/2005 2:27 PM  

 brock said...

I ditto that. this is so sweet.

4/16/2005 3:52 PM  

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