To The O’Hara Sisters (first letter)
| Dear Mary and Catherine, |
| I need to move but these pictures won’t let me.
My body’s in trouble. Who am I writing to? |
| Do those stares meet mine?
Are we sharing an impossible truce? Is one of us not in exile (at any time and place)? |
| terrified again
of not loving of loving and not you of being loved and not by you of knowing not knowing pretending pretending |
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| There’s no nostalgia in this letter.
Nothing’s fleeting here. Each of us is forever (unrepresentable). We’re like songs or skits. |
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| I want to feel what these pictures deny me.
When my body’s in trouble, in trouble, in trouble, who? Who do I write to? |
| Are both of you static as I shiver involuntarily? Do your thoughts have to end before I start to think? Is everyone always unknowingly together? |
| I and all the others that will love you
if they love you |
| unless they love you |
| Who am I writing to? |
| jeremy |
