a dog-eared love letter
in a coma on my closet floor
since the last time i moved
seven years
surrounded by corrugated cardboard and packing tape
i find space on the bed and read
i smell her neck
a memory
she mentions the trip to Dugger's
our first night at the cabin
and the song
i reach the end
neatly fold
walk to the latest box
pause
Adrienne calls from down the hall
flick the lined letter into a blue bag of paper
keep walking
leaving it behind
keep walking
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