By the Letter

Dear D.,

I never know where to

begin.

Is “Dear”

just arbitrary,

or a true

active choice?

In any case

seems I’ve started here.

It seems we both

have started, are

already pressing against

the blank margins

of anticipations

and expectations.

Ah, there’s the rub;

yes, no?

Completely

personal

the physical

and existential:

like fingers

tracing vital lines

dotting essential “i’s”

gliding, eliding

coming and going

full tilt full circle

but still not yet

arrived.

All depends,

you said, much on

“similarities

that attract, differences

that make it interesting.”

But, I never know where to

begin.

Sincerely, M.