WHAT A TREAT
…and it sat on my dresser for some time.
But after the alarm the other day,
after donning clothes laid out the previous night,
about to dash out the door to The James,
I scanned my paper pile-up
and stuffed it and a writing pad into my bag,
then flew out of the house
into dark morning.
somewhere between the blood draw and the exam and the day’s verdict,
(I don’t think I’ve put 2 sentences together
so this was especially thrilling.)
Maybe she’ll get it today.
I hope seeing a handwritten envelope in her mailbox hits her
the way hers hit me.