re: re: re: urgent, response needed

to whom it may concern,

i am sorry for the time since we last spoke — it’s just that
the world is blowing around me in hurricane-sour winds
and my hands have trembled for years so of course i can’t hold anything.
there is a frayed wire between myself and my body letting out sparks.
it’s a fire hazard, and someone should take care of that, but —

apologies for the delay, it’s been an unfortunate few weeks
— months — years — i left myself back in 2019 somewhere
on the concrete banks of the tevere and i can’t remember
which ancient bridge it was under, only the gray wind under a wool skirt
and the eyes of marble statues crumbling into dust watching —

thank you for your patience, you see, my skull has bloomed into
a rotted early spring daffodil and my brain no longer functions,
clogged up by roots as it is, and america has withheld the little
blue and white pills i need to make the flowers come back to life
— america says those colors are only good with blood attached,
and there’s only money for medicine when it’s going to kill you anyway
i swear i’m trying to live, it’s just, you know, the street is a wind tunnel —

i know it’s been four months, but if you’re still interested,
i could really use the cash, we all know the landlord will huff and puff
and blow the fucking house down if he doesn’t get his ransom on time.
please write back. i think a carrier pigeon may be more efficient,
if its feathers aren’t blown off before it can reach land.
if the wind dies down.

best,

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