Esther Lee Chapbook from Trafficker Press

Dear______pling,

All year long winter threatens the eggs. For the heatless bird I'm drawn too I fatten up against the wind. As the bus halts, a stranger says, if I don't see you tomorrow, it's because I've jumped off a bridge. I don't need that kind of burden, the man I loved once said. Then I do see him tomorrow.And the stranger tomorrow too.

Yours,
______pling


-- Blank Missives, Esther Lee