Each month, write a new collection.
Dear Laura 2036:Move and move some more, move your legs and hipsknees and ankles, toes and fingers, wiggle and bend.Do not freeze in place, save yourself from becomingthat troll princess shining bright that Marysia writes of,avoid looking at Medusa’s steel face ringed with snakes,resist laughing at Zeus’s administrative edicts, don’t touch yourself and turn into gold.Instead, move along with the lines of music,dance to poems, clap with hammering,wriggle your fingers in fingerpaints andpaint a message embracing the future. Speak into your computer and laugh at its words.Above all, move, move, move.Love,Laura 2016
Jeanne: Letter to myself. 20 years ago.Dear Me 2016Your life is more than living For othersYou do not have to tiptoeIn the backgroundTo survive.You do not have to be goodTo be lovedYou will not be abandoned.Experience is not livedIn your headThere is a body in your caveThat knows to feel, to touchTo be held.Before stardust burst Into your soulBefore single celled microbes Learned interactionBefore fish, birds, reptiles, and mammalsLearned to playBefore the galaxies warped space and timeI was for you, alongside you,And with you.But you are turmoilBrake slammed Frozen.Sit quietly On occasionDo not be afraid That you will suffocateI am breath that breathes the starsDo not be afraid that you will dieLife is more than lifeDo not be afraid that you will be HumiliatedI am all of youI love bestCracked And broken.