“i can’t read
your handwriting”
he wrote,
responding to
the four page
scribbles i mailed
his way
“too bad” he said,
“because you (underlined)
can (underlined)
write”.
(underlined)
the secret is
to enclose
what speaks
to him,
what he
wants the most
food for his demons
so they will come
out
and play
for him.
now i have sent
the exact enclosures
we were told
not to send.
true to life
he is his
businesswoman
mama’s son
and this
i’m sure
is purely
business
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It’s the 15th again! Time for some comments:
Sent to a… publisher? hm.
no no no…publisher? geez…i am not quite that delusional…sent to an old poet in LA that i correspond with…words exchanged for breakfasts…sadly, the ‘breakfasts’ often have translated for him as
breakfast nuggets in a glass pipe…those still in touch with him were strickly instructed not to send him cash anymore…
thanks for the comment…i often feel like i’m sending this all out to the air and i’m hungry for feedback….linda