LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
Correspondence
I could have perhaps written the most beautiful letters,
models of style and truthfulness, should my friend Iakovos
had decided to die. But unfortunately he was still alive,
my miserable roommate; what correspondence career
can one have through the years?
Until, one day, what a miracle, he died. I ran back from
the cemetery, ready to start my endeavor, but as I entered
the room I was flabbergasted. On top of the table I found
Iakovos’ letter, I read it in tears; it was beautiful!
The beast, he had one on me. Or perhaps I was
the dead person?
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