… INTO THE FIRE.

I write letters
to you
and hide the pages
inside old books
on white shelves.
My words,
casually fuck
to the tune of black serifs,
and the everyday hardcore of dog-eared pages.
Pinned-
their flourishes become slicked
with a passionless sweat
of another’s ink—
until I mail them…

into the fire.

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