Love Letter 197 Giant Boomerang

I went to the border of your Fishing hole

with my safety deposit box.

I am so obvious.

I wanted to collect everything I could get

for my fortune.

and you ran dry.

to teach me a lesson.

that was hard to get

while I was grasping.

I went to your fishing hole --

dried up and empty

I took my first fist of ice

and put it into your hole.

it felt so desperate and good

I kept at it.

emptying

until my box had nothing left

but the lock.

and from a distance, I threw that away.

fashioning the steel fireproof shell

into winter.

So I could heave that, too, into your emptiness.

So I could shudder

from your cold

eventual

melting.

I went to your watering hole. today. like a fish out of water,

broken into bread, I became your flesh, given out to dozens.

endless stretches of dry shells

on Your Shore

began

misshaping

into hollow cells and empty tombs and ... evaporating.

I watched the cloud overhead.

I began waiting

and like a hundred dry bits of bread

I began raining down.

Once more. at the beginning.

I Love You

Your Beloved