you receive a letter
which is so flat
that it's nearly
empty
so white
and flat
that it cuts
itself into you
unread
into your eye
tightens your throat
turns your stomach inside out
stop,
says the child
I don't want
this letter
yes, I say
it's already written
it's already on its way
into your eye
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