12. lettered shut
but musical | at times
(not now) | it speaks
more than | it tells
it’s connection | more than
a communication | or words
a gift | more than
a message | I received
a message | from you
yesterday | and read
it with | attention to
its performance | of humor
dry wit | standup sans
standing or | voice or
expression it | reminded me
of you | who once
were often | around me
in years | too long
to remember | to believe
in the | process of
preparing to | take an
elevator down | to pick
up mail | and to
drop off | a postcard
to you | I placed
my glass | down on
(or tried | to place)
my glass | on the
counter it | fell and
I tried | to catch
it in | its fall
but caught | shattering glass
instead and | a clean
slice of | the pad
of my | fingertip into
a flap | of skin
causing no | pain but
blood flowed | freely out
of me | and down
for this | reason I
am now | typing this
letter with | my left
hand mostly | with the
middle finger | of my
left hand | sliding that
finger over | the keyboard
until I | reach the
character I | need and
in this | way this
letter as | poem is
a performance | one of
endurance and | time for
I must | consider each
character but | you won’t
experience my | performance you
will see | the result
sans action | sans movement
you will miss | the poem
for these | bare words
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