introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i wanted to tell you mailcall - 9 april 2o15 "i don't think war is noble / and i don't like to think love is like war / but i got a big hot cherry bomb /and i want to slip it through the mail slot / of your front door"~ani difranco it was a damp bone-chilling cold this morning when i checked the mail. an invitation to danielle's bachelorette party in chicago (rsvp. via email, please), the electric bill, some other junk. i wrote out the electric bill check like an old lady only with star trek tng checks, added a stamp, and put the envelope by the door. this afternoon, i wrote an important thank you card i've been meaning to send. i've carried the card around with me for over a week. i suppose i also wrote a love letter. there are only two forever-stamped envelopes in my mailbox. the flag is up. there are so many thank you cards i need to write and send...thank you notes for baby gifts, still. i'm starting to knock them out thoughtfully. the love letters, though. they gather dust and eventually, they'll find their way to the trashcan. all the things i've wanted to tell you, an onion's layer of me that you'll probably never know. wasted ink and paper. there are so many love letters i never send. xo, ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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