in two short breaths;


a letter
in the shape of a crane
flattened.
traces of his dead skin in the pockets of its wings.



without unfolding, his handwriting
curling through the paper like the afterbirth
of fireworks.




signed,
Regretfully,

05/13/2008

Author's Note: the end of a series. See also:
1. Abigail, it is raining.
2. a real fine parade, your sister and I
3. An array of maps
4. Vocalizing the Red Fox Siblings

Posted on 05/13/2008
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