Dear Virtue,
I was wondering if perhaps
you could lend me a compass
so I could document each and every sigh and tremor and beat
(you make)
I’d like to check if you are suffering from apnea,
or if you are at all, living. (What’s that? You are.)
(Just not au courant of-)
I was wondering if perhaps
you could
entrust me
with a
map of your body
so I may
pinpoint the location of your heart
because
I am
not so
sure
if
you
have
one.
Yours,
Deena
P.S I write of moral excellence but more so
my lacuna, (she speaks this name well) -my remaining, last swallow of
gospel truth
credence
reliance.
I have never been but veritable with you, twin gemini.
I will be sure to leave your books at the door,
packed away neatly into a box,
under the setting moon.
I thought you would appreciate that.
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