Letter 44
Your eyes surround me like light not yet lifted out of me.\nthe kind that passes me. You become a star every morning at 2.30 AM.\nI have not seen it but you burn me whole again.\nWe're gonna pick a splendid fight in Thailand, you and I. It may be a stalemate\xa0\nAnd I may look like a faded flag for you but I'm looking at your face now - not\xa0\none line on it. You must slumber so well. Teach me how you do that.\nTeach me how you say that. I will dream with you.\nThe next day I found myself in the middle of 90 degrees, the Texas kind.\nAcross from what I think was an eighty maybe ninety year old woman. I know\nI was supposed to know her but I didn't\u2026who could blame me? I am only twenty\nyears old. Sixty years have not followed me yet so I don't understand the things\nthat fall from her closed mouth. All I want to do it ask her if she knew that\xa0\xa0her eyes \nwere pure violet\u2026 Peculiar violet\u2026 especially with original skin like that. I wonder if \nshe knew. I wanted to talk to you\n\n--- \n\nSupport this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/nakedpoetry/support