dearest loveliest letter

dearest loveliest,

most darling salula,

the other day, my red suede bag 

had done me the biggest favour

thrilled was I to see

it had grown a colourful colony

of hairy mould for me.

well, 

I had to wait for the sun

and it has since been three days.

if I should starve, rest assured,

I have shrooms in the making!

life is getting slower for me,

I keep silent most days

for fear that others have a life

that flows faster, wilder, and free.

and sure, I could do the same.

But as we know,

lucky am I that the ground below

loves me so terribly so

that I've kissed and hugged it

the second time since March,

and yes,

yet again,

the same left knee

injured, hampered, and damned.

yet more damned are the boots,

muddied were they after the fall,

and my, the rains so lovely,

showered them so affectionately

after every attempt to dry my boots out.

so, anyway,

I have given up on the sun.

and any prospect of a healed knee

and let us not start on the ruined leather.

to soothe, as we do,

I made myself a summer lemon cake

and ate it so heartily,

that when my mother saw, she asked,

"was this not made for three?"

well, 

I may as well be three people in one.

when we meet, make sure you greet 

all of them, 

one by one.

and if the spirit of the tiger

still be with you,

(ancestry and all that)

help me curse out the unluckiest,

as for the other, help to make it stay

for it might make for some good company ---

unfortunately,

one that might never beat yours.

hope and pray is all I can do

that the rains that grace you

do not drown you.

how odd is it that our years have gone by?

here I am, without you, writing you,

a thousand kilometers away,

and neither of us knows how to drive.

and such is life,

so they all say.

but I have since gained 

20 pounds (apparently)

so regardless of this truth,

I will not be carried away so easily.

you must send aja my love,

and the warmth of hers reaches before her word.

then, hurry along to create a life,

I am in want to hold a child --- one that isn't mine

soon.