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


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


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


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


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)