Last year when I wrote you my last letter
(The beginning of my future poetry)
I acknowledge who you really were for the first time
I didn’t call you by any other name
I let you know that I knew the true nature of your heart
That it was evil
And that it convinced me that darkness was real
That the devil is a real devil
And that monsters don’t always know that they’re monsters
But projection is an amazing thing
After you left and burned the house down
You convinced me that it was I that was holding the matches
You told me that I didn’t know who I was
But I do
I love rose gardens
I plant flowers every time somebody leaves me
I love the great sequoias of Yosemite
And if you ask my sister to describe the first thing she thinks of when she thinks of me
She would say
Campfire smoke
I’m gentle
I’m funny when I’m drunk
But I haven’t been drunk in 14 years
I go on trips with my friends to the beach who don’t know that I’m crazy
I can do that
I can do anything
Even leave you…













