Letter

If the wind
once loved you
it would have uncovered the bone
beneath your flesh.
It would remember the twitch and caress:
that raw, winged song of skin.
Paper and hair:
that’s what the wind loves.
Braids that don’t remember
ever being loved so gently.
Who steps directly into a blaze
to be stripped of flesh?
Who walks into the weight of the storm?
  
Paper and hair:
it is a fine stationary.
  
You might have cut a question
and sailed it like a paper plane,
like a folded love letter.
You might have weeded the garden
in the pouring rain.
You might have grown basil and oregano.
You might have chosen cursive,
your letters blown on the page of parchment,
an almond-sweet gust, thin as flames,
lining the paper’s edge like bones
laid out in love.
Slag and Fortune
Didi Jackson
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