Three Letters To The Same Person Probably

I. Great Artists Steal
Build a library of books you’d like to
read eventually. Every day they stare
at you, stare back. Threaten the knowledge
inside like it is nothing, because it isn’t.
Knowledge is nothing really, but a great
umbrella to keep the rain of insecur-
ity out of your hair. Your hair will always
get wet, so no matter: knowledge isn’t power
but a defense. This is sacrilege in my field
of dandelions and queen anne’s lace and other
flowers known as weeds, but it’s how I’ve
learned. Stay ignorant, stay abandoned, stay free.
Knowledge will get you broken hearted and
messy nosed. Stay away, do not read. Right now,
turn away. Look no further. I’m getting frantic,
I’d like you to stop. I see your brain filling
and I know that it hurts; the heavi-
ness of your heart makes it beat ten times
louder. I can hear it from here. The end.

II. To Be Or Not To Be
I trust you’re no longer reading, 
and now here I will share my thoughts:
I hated to do it, to push you
away. It was difficult, it was a 
lot for me, hurt me more than it did
you. I still regret it; I wish things could be
different. But now you’re gone, and there’s no-
thing left to say. I hope where ever you
went you’re happy. I hope you take every
thing to heart. I hope you breathe in like
nothing, and exhale like ‘thank you’,
like, ‘thank you god, for everything you’ve
done. I feel all and see you when I close my
eyes.’ Do you? That’s great. That’s something
that will pull you through. I’m glad.

III. The Grandest Scheme
Yesterday you said something to me and I
thought I’d cry. The way you said it made it sound
like you’d thought about it for so long, it was
your magnum opus, your Greatest Hits. I’d
like to think you think everything over,
you give everything thought. I’d like to
think that you say everything with meaning
and yesterday was the only day I picked
it up. I am going to blame myself
for everything you didn’t say. I’m going to
blame myself for the things that we don’t
have.  I’m going to say something to you
and I want you to look me in the eye. If
you don’t, everything will still be okay.
But it will take some more time: some 
more time than I’d like.