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I pushed aside a plastic box of plastic-backed thumbtacks, a half-roll of Scotch tape, and a paperclipped stack of edited verse to write a letter to you. It went something like this: Dear Audrey,      No, that's too informal.      Just her first name would imply      our friendship didn't mean anything.                      What about Dear Mrs. Barber?      Way too formal. Like, am I going      to follow it with "can Billy come out      to play," or "I'm sorry I threw snowballs      at the side of your house," or "I apologize      for skipping your class to pop Tums      in the nurse's office."                      Maybe Dear Audrey Barber.      Something about the sounds      doesn't feel right. The Ds and Bs      hit the eardrum weird, like marsh-      mallows or caramel toffee.      They're just too thick. Dear Audrey Sofield Barber,           There we go.      It's been a pleasure knowing you this past year      or so. In a way, I regret being there for the box-      moving and the computer troubleshooting,      but not for the sidewalk shoveling or book editing.      Or driving you to Elmira Corning Airport to pick      up your daughter. I'm an English writing tutor here—.      Never mind. How's your book doing? I'm sure it's a hit.      Enjoy Hawaii. Sincerely,      C. S. Cizek (Christopher)      P. S. I plan to purchase "Wellsboro Roots" over the summer and relive our conversations in Wellsboro over coffee and cheap sugar. Thank you for the honor.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
In Wellsboro, Over Coffee
I pushed aside a plastic box of plastic-backed thumbtacks, a half-roll of Scotch tape, and a paperclipped stack of edited verse to write a letter to you. It went something like this: Dear Audrey,      No, that's too informal.      Just her first name would imply      our friendship didn't mean anything.                      What about Dear Mrs. Barber?      Way too formal. Like, am I going      to follow it with "can Billy come out      to play," or "I'm sorry I threw snowballs      at the side of your house," or "I apologize      for skipping your class to pop Tums      in the nurse's office."                      Maybe Dear Audrey Barber.      Something about the sounds      doesn't feel right. The Ds and Bs      hit the eardrum weird, like marsh-      mallows or caramel toffee.      They're just too thick. Dear Audrey Sofield Barber,           There we go.      It's been a pleasure knowing you this past year      or so. In a way, I regret being there for the box-      moving and the computer troubleshooting,      but not for the sidewalk shoveling or book editing.      Or driving you to Elmira Corning Airport to pick      up your daughter. I'm an English writing tutor here—.      Never mind. How's your book doing? I'm sure it's a hit.      Enjoy Hawaii. Sincerely,      C. S. Cizek (Christopher)      P. S. I plan to purchase "Wellsboro Roots" over the summer and relive our conversations in Wellsboro over coffee and cheap sugar. Thank you for the honor.
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
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