TC Tolbert.
"dear Melissa- a curve billed thrasher is cleansing its beak
on the ground- we are closer now than ever- sitting in shadow-
I never want to scare anyone- not really-
I have a friend who loves people who come out suddenly-
in the dark-
pleasure is the same distance as pain from here-
that's my skin on your sweater- both hands stripped now-
I know I am someone to you I am entirely-
practicing Spanish on the computer-
gesturing to the neighbor instead of speaking-
to sharpen the body is never an accident-
someone I know I am not- letters are inseparable from loss-
moving what can be still moved- one is sweeping the mouth-
whatever isn't skin- take it off-"
That was TC Tolbert.