|Oct/Nov 2019 Poetry Special Feature|
A Letter to Somebody Hurtful That Will Never Get It
You know who you are.
I just wanted you to know
that the cruelty you inflicted—
I wrote down each one and then made
paper airplanes of them.
I threw them to cruise careless winds,
the way the shipwrecked or otherwise lost
send messages in bottles.
To someone like me serendipitously reading this:
You should know I sleep well—
I have soul-mellowing indigo dreams.
And every morning I brew freshness
under the brightest daystar.