Letter Never Sent -- Anthony McCann

Letter Never Sent

The hills in the yellowing light

The sound of traffic far off

I remember the names of the grass

The terrible names of each blade

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The sound of my voice in your name

To memorize you and your hands

Your lips, how they close when you look

How you looked repeating my name

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O, please just no more events!

To kiss all your noise and your name

Now I describe my emotions

The sky is a lower case x

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I say the names of my hands

First left and then right and then right

Strange to have hands and a name

I look down to my hands when I speak

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I don’t say my name to my hands

(I’ll save that dark magic for last!)

This event will go unrecorded

Weird, fake birds overhead

(via H_NGM_N)