poet kerry he wrote: (if you still care enough to read my letters) do you remember yesterday when we were on the edge of any love poem we found reassuring? The calculus in your eyes emerged after nightly readings, a curvature that never seemed to recede far enough away from dilated eyesight. But what thirsty zeros we are tonight for saying good-bye and now the mad moon burns a nasty migraine into me. Oh, I’m asking questions to all the ripples in your lips: Is division possible if we’re both zeros! What do you really mean when you say ice is too cold? Are there questions for me? I’m awake but the ink is running low. Am I strolling through supermarkets in my mind? Are you a child with too many tangerines in your hands? Yes and No, but you’re among lost fruits—the kiwis, the cantaloupes, the apricots—ripe and precise like the ending of a love poem I have tried but failed to write for you, and I thought I would also tell you about the produce Boys, how they schedule their breaks around you while you slice into talks of frozen yogurt and orange sherbet. That said, if you are still reading this, tomorrow afternoon awaits us. I will be in the mood for frozen yogurt or orange sherbet. Or do you want to walk outside the art museum at 3 AM and dream of owning Picasso originals? The streetlights will cast huge, funky, unattainable shadows and it will be a lovely lonely. Cops will siren by with their startling red and blue, a perfect voice for the darkness. They will think we are criminals, but we will only be electric fruit. And even though we don’t know the difference between a tangerine and a tangelo, there is a softness to the way your young hands are unfolding this letter, an inexperience to the way your hair is cradling the sides of it. I will feel a little less regret, a little less empty if there is any chance you are whispering the words to yourself to let me know tomorrow we will feel so sublime. We will feel so sincere. 050104 ... bijou wow. 050130 ... kerry he is an amazing poet 050408 what's it to you? who go blather from