The Only Letter
It was a bright bastard morning
when I opened, from ignorant chrysalis,
the letter, the only letter,
that I was to receive from you.
I ripped it into garlands
before I reached the end
of the first barbed wire metaphor
but after the quagmire simile.
As I remember it, there were no words;
only a taste of sweet black coffee
and someone crying on the radio.