Unsent Letter #2

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous

Dear ,

Now, there is nothing but dirt. Monsanto let Agent Orange rain on everything. They took the trees, bushes;even part of the sidewalk. The police are gone. The flashing red and blue a quiet promise of their return. I want to tell you stories. I want to find one more way to turn the truth. I want to be subversive. I’ll confess my crimes. I’ll take my chances; tell you what you think you already know. I do plan to post this
bundle of letters. Maybe I’ll redact them. As if they were sent from a warzone or some Eastern Bloc country before the wall came down. As if they came from Dow Chemical when they let loose their chemicals burning everything, even the clothing off Vietnamese girls.

Love,

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