Letters

APRIL
I keep telling you not to worry, but your last letter made it seem like you were worried, so I’m writing to tell you not to worry again. My room has a view of the lake, and I can see so many birds. It’s insane. I don’t know enough about birds to identify all of them. If I were a birdwatcher, I would definitely think about getting a room here, not that anyone would do that willingly. If you are going to send me books, you should send me bird guides. Don’t send me fiction. People can’t write fiction without making it depressing.

 

MAY
You asked about the food here, so I’m going to tell you about the food. They give you a choice for each meal. All the choices sound really good on paper, but no matter what you get, it all tastes bland. No one has heard of salt around here, apparently. Sometimes when I’m eating, I daydream about the Pad Thai from that place we used to always go to. I can’t remember the name of it, but it looked really shady on the outside. Maybe you can bring some when you visit? I know you’re busy. Actually, I don’t even know if they let you bring food.

 

JUNE
I would say they give us a fair amount of stuff to do. There is a ping pong table and checkers and stuff like that. You know how into ping pong I am. Okay, I may not win every game, but that’s not the point. I just enjoy playing it. You were always way better than me at ping pong. Maybe we can play when you come visit.

 

JULY
It’s freezing in my room. I fully admit I’m the type of person who is cold all the time, but I swear they keep it at like 68 degrees in here. I’m having trouble falling asleep because I can’t get comfortable. Remember when I slept over at your house when we were younger, and we would stay up all night just talking? It would be nice to have someone to talk to when I can’t sleep.

 

DECEMBER
The doctors keep telling me you aren’t real. Can you please visit soon?

Attention Holiday Shoppers

“Attention Holiday Shoppers!”
A voice rings out so clear
The people have been waiting
For this joyous time of year

‘Tis the season for giving!
Though some give to themselves
It’s their present for living
So we will never tell

Oh, what a wonderful month!
Everyone so nice around town
But they do seem to forget
When next month comes around

And perhaps it should not be said
But no matter how full their carts
They still can’t seem to fill
The hole inside their hearts

While You Were Sleeping Soundly

While you were sleeping soundly
In the darkness of your room
While you were sleeping soundly
The clouds obscured the moon

While you were sleeping soundly
The air outside was still
While you were sleeping soundly
Nocturnal hunters killed

While you were sleeping soundly
Time continued on…
Still, asleep you remained
As if nothing could go wrong

While you were sleeping soundly
No thoughts to cloud your head
While you were sleeping soundly
Something stayed awake instead