"I'm working on being alone today.
It's the new year.
I start with drunk dreams and then texts
to Diana about carrying our homes with us.
I think about who I want to write letters to.
Joe, Katherine, Mary.
It comforts me to write letters.
They remind me that there is someone
listening on the other end.
Likewise, I have received writing that felt made for me.
People who are dead want to talk to me.
I'm writing.
I invite you to my life."