Sport 18: Autumn 1997
Silent Letter
Silent Letter
I like to hear the letters hit the pile when I post them.
Yours didn't make a sound. Intercepted mid-air.
Whisked away to a steaming jug and a big black pencil.
HB, censoring me.
Dear ,
I'm but do.
can't back
Have ?
I have. Let me can. Please
sweet . Because nothing
Find enclosed
We face,
Yours x x
PS: Please in my .