In
troubled times I imagine turning you into
a
weapon. Tonight in full
moonlight
I decide what you might say
if
you could speak,
a
voice that sounds like Mary Tyler Moore when
she
holds a spear.
In
December ice is your secret
friend,
I can tell
by
the ferocious way each glass
knife
finds
a
way to embrace you.
(One of the 69 Letters poems)
