Beginnings

First post on my new blog. Thought I would open up with one of my latest poems:

that you never read.

I’m lost in my b-
rain in the rain outside you-
r house writing a letter, you-
r letter, when the old man asked
           “Why are you
                                   here?”  I’m waiting
for someone, wait-
                             ing for you,(‘re) pull
ing on my heart-
                          strings, sudden eu-
phoria.  I’ve become obsessed
thinking about my heart that way,
each beat a memory,
unmade,
unlike your letter in my drawer