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Paloma

Every time I return

from the therapist’s office,

I walk around with letters

in my head. Imagined

but not composed,

composed but not addressed,

addressed but undelivered,

delivered but unopened,

opened but unread,

read but misunderstood,

& then I’m writing

another letter

& another.

All of them

about break-ups.