Blue Skirt

i say this because it

is the blue skirt. i have been

meaning to recall it. i remember wrists

without which no one can forcibly write. i have sayings.

in these turns of phrase i confess. no

one can write without them. people say goodnight. so

i shut my eyes and i confess your

tongue says prettiness and i think

postman please don’t let this

envelope get wet; it is an uncommon sense since

it is only meant, lest i forget, to get a kiss as many times as the clock

ticks since you stand in your blue skirt,

and i confess