Epistle #3

Honoria

I hope this finds you well, perhaps  
preparing for a splendid holiday season.
 
I have decided to address my epistles to you.
 
You have no say in the matter.
 
:ppp
 
After writing Epistle #2 to you: I started crying.
 
I guess I was just thinking about you.
 
So many impressions flooded the mind’s eye.
 
Although my initial intent was one of playfulness, mostly, :ppp,
I saw how it could be construed as meanness.
 
It made me cry to be mean to people.
 
It’s so fucked up.
 
In this world, a capacity for cruelty is perhaps necessity.
 
Possibly probably delight in cruelty.
 
And maybe: Goodness is a weakness.
 
I always do what I want but am profoundly aware of dynamics.
 
In any event…
 
Expect more…  
 
Many-more…
 
Letters…
 
:ppp