new year's eve · steady hand · sent: no
you —
by the time you read this you will have decided whether to keep the flat. i hope you kept it. the kitchen tile under the sink is loose. i never told anyone.
also, the third drawer.
i was, today, afraid of three things: the wrong one, the unwritten one, and the small one in the corner of the room. i suspect you have outgrown two of them and grown into the third.
be kinder to her. she meant well.
i mean me. i meant me.
— yours, with strange affection,
you, younger
not sent because, of course, the post office does not yet deliver into the future. filed in a drawer, instead, with a note saying do not open until — which the writer, two weeks later, opened.