| Stay separate from it; it comes back to you; Lives created around; and wait for the wavelets and the stick house. We are in it. How would I have been able to at all? He was all-encompassing; He's not in it himself; We should get the same hours in; I don't have a lot to add. Your letter has a typed address; Typewritten, penned; So was the letter. Integrated experience develops a life. Type of experience; You write about us. You write about me. And you make other hero references. You can make that choice. You are, at the time; Part of a different couple, anyway. A positive departure in the development of other Continues the expectation of a third-person chronology. Think about what to think and what to mean; Ultimately, unrelated careers. Separateness didn't carry both of you The way you had once envisioned. "Separate," poem eighteen of "Lettersongs," unpublished work © 2008, Lisa Page Weil. All rights reserved. |