there once was

when you came to see me that day, you brought along a letter. you said, read this slowly, take in each word at a time, read this at least five times, or read it until you find yourself again – not anyone or anything else, but yourself. but my dear, i don't know if that is possible. i have read it for about fourteen times now & all i find is someone i have lost

i let warm honey fill my mouth tonight