found · creased many times, never folded into an envelope
dear sir
my dear
you —
i have written this six times. each time i get further. this time i will leave it whole and not send it, which i suppose is a kind of arrival.
what i wanted to say is small. the candle on the desk burned down to nothing the night i made up my mind. i took this as agreement.
i did not want an answer. i wanted to put it somewhere outside my own head. paper is, after all, a place.
—
unsigned
a letter that did its work without travelling. some letters are not a message for the recipient at all, but a small device for the sender — a way of removing weight.