I had this in me
til it spilled out and stuck to my fingers
flicking the cold thick off and pressing my fingers against my eyes
pressure relieving pressure
or is it tension?
Condensation.
I wrote another love letter
offered in earnest humility to the shredder
95% recycled material.
No return address
so they can't find me.
Twice as effective as pulling the covers over your head
or changing the name of your only imaginary friend.
Can't hide forever
but you can run.