Letter from There
Well, my feet had dirt on them
pretty much all of the time.
Because it was my birthday,
I was given a piñata and I beat it
very thoroughly. Sobbing all the while,
I told my dearest friend
she would never be happy. This is not
my wish for you, I said, I am not trying
to issue a curse. (But what should we do
with the thoughts when we think them?)
I found exercise to be very useful.
I found books to be a knife
and a comfort. But confronted on the road
by many automobiles, I was indecent
and abandoned my kindness.
What can you spare? Asked a man
dressed in Christmas, and I said
Only the things I dislike, and handed him
the hardest peach from my bag.