Envoi

"The truth is the thing I invented so I could live."
                                                    - Nicole Krauss

I write to you not knowing where you are

 or what form you might take. I know things

I never told anyone. They claimed parts of me;

mostly contents in the nether regions

of my brain, and a happiness that passed

before I knew it was. I marked them

from the corner where I saw the man holding

a woman’s waist as if she were glass; to the morning

they kissed and I was filled with knowledge

I failed to articulate; a toast to forgetting

what I’ve been waiting for; to love, in all forms,

within and outside the body; the need

to endure what I thought resembled it.

I made things I never told anyone.

For whom, is not important. I wanted

to savor the thought of knowing

someone could've heard. Perhaps

I made something worthy of time,

like I’ve always imagined.