Tuesday, May 6, 2008 — She Writes Him Again
o M,
did I tell you I pitched my tent beneath the hoodoos
that summer? the coyotes ow ow owwwwwed me to sleep.
the plains a sauna, I slept naked on my sheets. o M.,
did I tell you dusk in the canyon is a wild rose, and you,
a wild rose? fragrant. stinging. I press you between paper.
I press you against my breasts. my skin prickles thorn and heat.
when I sleep. without you.
o M.
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MayDay is a series of letters in prose, poem, txt, email, of a young woman to her infantryman lover serving in Afghanistan.