NaPoWriMo # 24

Letter # 3

April 13, 2016

I’ll never hear from you again,

I knew that

from the time we met.

This certainty was so powerful

that it’s as if

I got news from you

at every moment.

Post Data:

I propose a banquet 
for when I’m dead.

All you have to do is eat me.

This is my response to love.

I beg for cannibal communion,

a genesis in the other.