Letter 3My parents, I do want to let you know, first and foremost, how much I love you, and how very, very much I am thankful for what you have given me. I know that I can be thoughtless all too often, and that my friends mostly think you are crazy. Which is odd, because I don't know where else they think I got it. And you have given me so much else too
the daily needs. An education. You have taught me to be self reliant, to not be afraid of shouldering the responsibilities of younger siblings and household chores. I am not too bad a driver, even
and we know how rough that started out. You have even supported my college work, my studies, my crazy degree. Most parents would harp on the uselessness, or even refuse to help. At all. But you just asked "What are you going to do with a theatre degree?" Told me to work it out myself, and, when I struggled to be in a thousand places at once, you stepped in and picked me up and took me to the next quiet stretch of stream. That is such a small
Letter 2My dear C,Does 'dear' presume too much? I am so afraid of that lately, presuming too much. I think that comes from all our previous memories and the fragility I have come to associate with the words 'you' and 'me' together. I get so afraid that we are really only as tough as a child's balloon, and the tragedy of that is I still have balloons from when I played that flowers were princesses and I still hoped that I could one day have my own pony. However, I know the only lifespan of a flimsy bubble like that should be over a summers day, and after sundown I really should just release the morning breath to cool in the twilight. Or, that is what everyone says. For the life of me, I can't bring myself to believe them. I guess I am pro-life even, no, especially when it comes to dreams, and love, and hopeful futures. I wish I knew where I was trying to go with that. Oh well.You know, this is part of a writing assignment. I do that to myself sometimes. I try to
Letter 1TO:My best friendSUBJECT:Madame, I do believe I have slipped over the edgeBODY:There was something extra in that soda, wasn't there? And who knew that jolly ranchers could sing our throats so as we fell over in ridiculous delights? Happily, there wasn't enough for full blown hangovers. But anyways, I am watching you sleep right now, and kind of laughing cause I am not, in fact, a sparkly vampire, and hardly a werewolf with pecs of iron. I'm just stealing your interwebs and eating your poptarts and leaning on my plague pillow.We really have far too many inside jokes, don't we? But I guess that is ok, cause we are awesome people. Even though my parents would say I am going to hell for thinking it funny that people think we are lesbians together...sad, how they do that. Cause, if ANY of their daughters loves men, it is definitely me.But, as I was saying, we are so truly awesome people.Yes, of course we are.Love, ( |-.-|)The Mimi(P.S. I do enjoy you being Sammy and me being Dean
To the other midnight poets...Why do you write your words so lateToo early for anything but insomniacs' half attentionToo late for the sunset to bring it to life?Do you write as IQuelling longings that have come from lonely bedtimesAnd empty lake piers?Are your words takenEvery syllableFrom your life?Or are you trying to define what you never hadAnd always dreamtYou could say?
Trying to make the moon riseShe wrote love on her armsAnd traced microscopic hope into the freckles of his eyesBut he never saw it
Solitary ManOh you solitary manI wish I could feed you fallen starsAnd set your heart in a hearthMaking some magic in starlight hairAnd someone who could love youAs much as I love my never ending Oklahoma cloud
That faceI realized you are a manWith a man's faceFor the first timeIt was when you had corralled meThose arms that held me so closeOn either side of my headI never had seen it beforeJust known you carry a man's worriesA man's ecstasySuddenly I can't keep myself on the groundAnd I wonderIf you are manAm I woman?
That thing you doIt reduces me to nothing more than a disembodied voiceThere could never be a body associated with such blissInstead I think you lifted my soul out to a new worldOrOhGodI was so wrongYou didn't remove my soulBut joined it more fully to my bodyAnd for the first timeI am about toFly
I love...I love how you split me to my coreReach insideAnd pull out my heartThrobbingPulsating with invisible brillianceAnd I love most of all how your eyes catch memoriesTurning them into reality