One of these days
I’d like to receive a letter
Of sorts
A postcard from a foreign place,
Much as from the next town over
To tell me that, “Yes,
We shall in fact meet at 3
Like we had planned.”

Maybe there is something
Special
In our spidery calligraphy
Or italic strokes
That says
Everything that wasn’t written
In between

so very weird and delightful.
so very weird and delightful.