Treasure Island

Erica Jong

(26 March 1942 / New York City)

You Whom I Hoped to Reach by Writing


You whom I hoped to reach by writing,
you beyond the multicolored tangle
of telephone wires,
you with your white paper soul
trampled in transit,
you with kaleidoscope stamps
& black cancellations,
you who put your finger on my heart as I slept,
you whom I jostle in elevators,
you whom I stare at in subways,
you shopping for love in department stores. . .

I write to you
& someone else answers:
the man who hates his wife
& wants to meet me,
the girl who mistakes me for mother. . .
My strange vocation
is to be paid for my nightmares.

I write to you, my love,
& someone else
always answers.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012

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