Letter Writing

To correspond is to become a certain
kind of remote drunk, to forget that 
propriety is an assumed name dear
friend, that hides most of what blinks
in the well-lit day. Lilting stilts are 
unstilted by the sixth line, as the 
words flower and large bumbles 
cruise in to the next paragraph to
pollenate the image of life painted
and blur the sound of shame and 
sadness into a buzzing that promises
to send a whole soul for postage
on two sheets of honest paper.