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.