About the Body:
What about it?
I never saw yours.
You remained concealed
not the same way gifts are
concealed until Christmas but
rather how even angry tirades
require an envelope when committed
to paper rather than to speech. We spoke
all the time back then, harboring a mistrust
of paper and the lavish possibilities of all ink.
Were we talking about the body? What about it?
What I am saying is that you have never written me
a letter. What I am saying is that you have a lot to say.