These Letters (Poem 206)

Never comparing affairs aloud,

the daughter anxiously tied these 

fat pink letters with yellow acrylic 

yarn, and slid them into the sleeve 

of a scratchy blue sweater, 

wanting swift closeness, not 

shallow processions of dim 

thoughts and acceptable reasons,

polite as eggshell teacups and 

slightly stale gingerbread.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

Tea at the Rittenhouse Hotel (Photo: Joyosity)