Extremely Short Letters to All the Versions of You
(I’ve never met)
Dear Versions,
I am a child lost in a Kmart pulling on random pant legs like, “Are you my family? Are you my family?”
Dear Family,
Suddenly you are The Moon and I am the tides and without you I’d just stop.
Dear Tides,
I pray someone lets my Jean Grey rise like The Phoenix from the ashes of my future. X-Men; amen.
Dear Phoenix,
Send my measured life into a frenzy like a wasp at a bachelorette brunch until I am fearless then immune then obsessed and rent us a one-bedroom in the hive.
Dear Fearless,
Your light singes my esophagus like mystery.
Dear Light,
I’m wandering through the desert carrying the mirage of a mirror and somehow you can see your reflection in it.
Dear Mirror,
Your name is Cuban Pete. You’re the king of the rhumba beat.
Dear Cuban Pete,
You are The Most Electrifying Man In Sports Entertainment and your smile is The People’s Elbow.
Dear People’s Elbow,
