Correspondence

The red lights dipped

behind the neighbor's hedge.

The hall is full of the smell

of the roast we didn't eat.

I cannot say it to your face.

The jaw gets tight and locks.

I'll put the truth in an envelope

and drop it in the box.

The stamp is bitter on my tongue.

The paper's edge is thin and white.

I'm only honest in the dark.

I'm only brave when I can write.