June 2008 / Volume Eight / Issue Two
Chris Middleman
Thank You Note

I’ve elongated my brain
with a few shots of tequila
when I finally click the pen

to scribble on a
drugstore-bought card
for my grandmother

to acknowledge receipt
and appreciation of her
Christmas gift of $50

I wonder who gave her my address
Had she asked for it or had
my mother dutifully sent a mass e-mail

with the details of my move to
this chilly city; with an address
omitting any mention of my girlfriend of five years

With so much blank space,
my ink turns into words
shaping together snowfall reports

I hurriedly sign my name
at the bottom, almost illegible
and without “Love,”
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