day 266

"letter to a stranger"

dear stranger, i wrote you

a letter

describing the way the

dreams came too late

and

i drew the sounds of

footsteps

on january concrete,

careful to place

mine slightly ahead of

yours

i wrote of how i could

still feel the

waves

when i slept

and

how i remember

the scents of

fingerprints on windows, my

forehead pressed against

the dirty steering wheel

(the costumes were true)

i

traced the music i could no longer taste

and i put into words

everything that i never spoke

it's too bad, then,

i had written in

invisible

ink