A Letter of Marque

Deceptively thrilling – either flat-tired or winded: got a call from a governess that says she’d like to meet me. There is nothing like a dive bar sink with no mirror for seeing yourself in a bad Cinemax movie. Last week’s “soft” bites broke through and they looked awful, too; the cold won’t abate, so unfortunately neither  can throttle either airway but she’s not blue – we’ve still got hot water and a tea setup for two so we can go to sleep warm, still talking to each other – I’ll leave the letter under that one door that is only in a hallway in her dreams.


~ by perfectionatrix on April 4, 2016.

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