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Language of the Firefly
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I saw a salt water fire burn it’s tender green flames and I thought of you.
P.S. I miss you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
When it’s all over I’m coming back to marry you.
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I saw the brightest of night stars winking their little bare feet at me and I thought of you.
P.S. I love you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
I’ll buy us a house near your favorite strawberry field and we can have strawberries for every meal.
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I felt rich dark chocolate melt lazily against my tongue and thought of you.
P.S. I hear you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
Sorry I’ve been away longer than I expected, I’m on border patrol for another 2 weeks.
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I felt the wind whisper it’s chilling kisses against my neck and thought of you.
P.S. I forgive you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
I’m coming home.
Dear Henry Jones,
I’ll be waiting.
P.S. I love you.
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I saw a salt water fire burn it’s tender green flames and I thought of you.
P.S. I miss you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
When it’s all over I’m coming back to marry you.
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I saw the brightest of night stars winking their little bare feet at me and I thought of you.
P.S. I love you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
I’ll buy us a house near your favorite strawberry field and we can have strawberries for every meal.
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I felt rich dark chocolate melt lazily against my tongue and thought of you.
P.S. I hear you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
Sorry I’ve been away longer than I expected, I’m on border patrol for another 2 weeks.
Dear Henry Jones,
Today I felt the wind whisper it’s chilling kisses against my neck and thought of you.
P.S. I forgive you.
Dear Miss Hannah Firefly,
I’m coming home.
Dear Henry Jones,
I’ll be waiting.
P.S. I love you.
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saudade
Last week, you showed up with the thunder on my doorstep.
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There wa
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blue baby blues
i.
peacock feathers of smoke
brush over my calves
the plumage working its way
through the stockings & skin
to nestle into the muscle
where it will root like an acorn
and grow into an oaken pair of wings
to lift my feet from hardwood floors
so i can dance
with my knuckles brushing against the ceiling fan
ii.
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stefan
she stood on your dock
in black pearls,
and nothing more -
wet feet
and the asian dream.
you loved her
but
when the snow fell
on the dock,
the following winter
you couldn't
remember why.
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Language of the Firefly. Letters from a young woman waiting for her war veteran to return. Miss Firefly responds to his news in P.S.'s that only he would understand. A simple language only the two of them can speak.
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