In February I started reading all of the letters I've saved over the years, a fascinating exercise. I sent the letters back to some people, and a friend in Idaho returned my old letters to me.

However, the post office seems to have dropped them in a puddle. Some were mostly readable, others became works of abstract art.


I am able to decipher some things here: a Dorothy Parker poem that I know was about an old boyfriend,* "Enough is enough" which could be about 2020, a reference to Christmas (an invitation to spend it in Chicago?), and... Love.