letters to boys
in boxes
i am done with you now.
your poems and pretty words were read many times
letters to boys
in boxes
shoe boxes
filled with sweet missing and coo coos and little lip kisses
i really like to read them
more than once
and picture faces
of boys
and smiles
smiles and kisses in little folded notes in boxes
i keep some in a drawer
in my big blue house
some under the floorboards
of the cream house with the mean neighbors
some under a dorm room bed
and some in a desk, yes.
i have boxes and boxes
one for each boy.
none of them
mean any more
to me
than the next.
but don't tell me "what a waste of paper"
because each word
soothes me
like a new hand
touching my spine
in the dead of night
each word is like a new soft whisper
from a something someone
that makes me feel
so warm
so
i'll burn them all.
and make a bonfire of lovepoems, sweet kisses, your sweet ******* earlobes
and create a sanctuary for
myself
in the fire