Poems of Harryette Mullen
|1.||All She Wrote||1/20/2003|
|2.||Page 1 / Sapphire's lyre styles||1/20/2003|
|3.||Page 34 / if your complexion is a mess||1/20/2003|
|4.||Page 35 / the essence lady||1/20/2003|
|5.||Page 39 / arrives early for the date||1/20/2003|
|6.||Page 5 / sun goes on shining||1/20/2003|
|7.||Page 72 / mister arty martyr||1/20/2003|
All She Wrote
Forgive me, I’m no good at this. I can’t write back. I never read your letter.
I can’t say I got your note. I haven’t had the strength to open the envelope.
The mail stacks up by the door. Your hand’s illegible. Your postcards were
defaced. Wash your wet hair? Any document you meant to send has yet to
reach me. The untied parcel service never delivered. I regret to say I’m
unable to reply to your unexpressed desires. I didn’t get the book you sent.
By the way, my computer was stolen.