11/26/16
10:32 PM
Dear Snickers,
You get that name because you hate Snickers and I'm obnoxious.
And because you have the strangest laugh ever
It's between a beached dolphin screaming for help
And a woodchipper digesting the last bit of bone
It's really hard to say about you, Snickers
Because if I were to assume you are who I think you are
This letter would be:
You are my oldest friend
You are very smart and people are afraid of you
You have evolved into the most genuine person I know
And that would be all
But to take you at face value would be a mistake
And this letter is not a mistake; it is painfully deliberate.
I suppose I could liken you to a Snickers bar:
You have layers no one thinks about
Some chalky, some smooth
Some bitter, some overwhelmingly sweet
And many find you too serious to be candy.
We can go
Deeper though
i. You are my oldest friend
The oldest one I still talk to, anyway
When I moved here, my friends promised to stay in touch
To write
To call
But after four unacknowledged letters I gave up
But ah well, they're letters for another day
Right now, I am young and nervous and I talk too fast
I am intimidated by a new world of white children and strange games
You're lighter than me but still brown
Maybe that's why we are drawn to each other
I couldn't say
All I know is, there's a strange piece of playground equipment at that school
That changed my life -- and yours I suppose
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Throw In Fires
PoetryWords are only kindling if they're never read But they become fire in your ears. You can read my letter and start flames inside your head Or throw them in the fire and live in ease instead. Cover by @sereneur
