ANETHUM FOENICULUM /08.08.15/
8:12 AM A LETTER & A SHORT STORY: For you, trapped in an amber casing. Stop counting pennies and nickels and the scratches on the bottoms of tap shoes, weighing teaspoons of dust and hoping they're from the stars, blue sky, good intent, just this, just so. Somewhere along the way, you stopped writing poetry and started writing laundry lists and self-help manuals and comedies and tragedies (which turned out to be the same thing), again and again, until your ribs were sore and they couldn't decide whether to protect or betray. Your heart might have fight enough to leap...