I chanced upon an old letter That had clearly sailed legless on seas Crumpled, damp but inside the envelope:
Intelligible writing by sight But by comprehension I was lost Disorientated and sea-sick.
Sometimes you come across an object, and in no way can you explain its origin, it’s purpose, or the frame of mind of the person who last encountered it,
The letter was dry and slightly smudged but the envelope (and stamp) could not be made out at all
I could not send it back If I could I would be lost for words, as it seems they were in ways:
...and I have little leaves, I love you and I miss you so much. When he finished the day in the ocean waiting for you to choose from Aserahosov read our son and apricot. My shirtsleeves damp in your memory. Our subject is expected later to the rest of the flight path of the earth ready to kiss a little faster on the planet. I broke a strong bird while I like the cakes, I break the strong current. Love my *** I strongly flow. It has been Pecan pie is to say...
My understanding of romance is minimal But to have leaves seems morbid Even more so than the breaking of the bird... Why should a bird get hurt in this gross courtship? and a strong one too, what act of love can break anything but a heart?
I like the cakes, I break the strong currents
Perhaps the words of someone rushing Across oceans in the name of love Slicing through the chunky waves But the cake is a bit out of place Surely no one would rush across oceans Wide and rough and restless For a cake that was simply ‘liked’ This must all be a prank...
This one then—
Love my *** off I strongly flow…
Now, I hope the flowing is another Nautical reference, it would tie in nicely With the breaking of currents- I cannot comment on what precedes it There is much I cannot discuss In this disgusting letter, I wish I had not been given it. ****.
*—If I were a seahorse, I know that just being a seahorse would be enough...