(saved)

I have no love
letters saved away
And can’t remember
if anyone ever sent
them. I can recall
cleansing burns,
the cards & notes
of hurtful (relationships)
into the fire.
There are no (sweet
tender things) left
A letter on pink
onion skin when]
my daughter was
born. But that doesn’t
count, that is a different
love altogether.
Just birthday cards
the goofy valentines
from my husband
in the basket
at the back
of my desk.

4/30/99