a letter i cannot send, no. 3

Anna Letson

intoxicated by my mind and the glass at my lips

i spilled the truth and everything locked up inside me.

afraid of vulnerability, i gathered my thoughts

hid the key in the back of my mind.

you know suppression makes things imaginary.

 

you aren’t supposed to remember when the door is opened,

when the truth splashes across the carpet and breaks the glass.

don’t hold these things against me,

because when i sober up, they disappear again.

you know suppression makes things imaginary.

 

don’t mistake a window for a mirror,

because we are not the same.

i gave you everything

and took nothing away.

you know suppression makes things imaginary

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