Six.
Dear Adrienne, I'm calling you up
tonight as I might call up a friend, as I might call up
a ghost to ask what you intend to do
with the rest of your life.
Sometimes you act as if you have all the time there is.
I worry about you when I see this.
The prime of life, old age, aren't what they used to be.
Making a good death isn't either.
Now you can walk around the corner of a wall
and see a light that already has blown your past away.
Somewhere in Boston, beautiful literature
is being read around the clock by writers,
to signify their dislike of this.
I hope you've got something in mind.
I hope you have some idea about the rest of your life.
In sisterhood, Adrienne.