day 4: dear stranger who came true

thirty days of poetry
prompt: a letter to your favorite person

you found me in the dream of the internet, ate my wires — spit them out
ate them again. you are the blue hazy hope of the old poems, now when
i am held — figure one: highschool girl who would have walked down the razed
heads of her classmates to be held, now loneliness is no
god, it is history it
is a remembrance. i pull it out methodically to say: look how far
i have come. we sit now in a new nest, the walls in color
and you are so much better than me, you take my labor in your hands
and make it clean.