love, love, LOVE this...

Dear ____________ful,


The lucky come when most convenient, as do seashells to the sea. You care about the fall, whereas I the falling. For instance, when the muffler fell off my car and onto the street, I cradled the rusted hollow like a dying pig. My father accused me of leaving him the second I was born, that I'd fallen the same way. The mechanic said, Unrepairable. I picked at the blister on my thumb, the newing skin beneath marking me older. What kept growing I wasn't sure.

Yours,

____________Ful




-Esther Lee


courtesy of Five Fingers Review 23... stunning (sigh).