I have this stack of
letters that I saved just for
you but there are no stamps
nor envelopes nor
mailmen that can assist me
in my fifth or sixth
attempt to reach
you. There are no
landlines nor roads nor
rivers that span as far
as the distance between
us that ties us
together. My legs
itch my back stings my
eyelids stick but
my heart stands
still taped to the
reverse of my
letters for you.