A Letter to Somebody Hurtful That Will Never Get It

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.