This is an experiment
to see if holding these words
and feeling my pen strokes
scratched into the paper
makes them more valuable.
I’ve made an old-fashioned effort
to find a pen (sorry, blue ink)
and some paper (apologies,
torn from a reporters’ notepad)
and felt that unfamiliar stretch
of tendons straining against plastic.
I grimaced at the taste
of glue as I sealed in my
offering and then I queued
at the post office for a stamp.
I know your address by heart;
I should, I live there too.
Ben Banyard lives in Portishead, UK where he writes poetry and short fiction. His work has appeared in Shortlist Magazine, The Stare's Nest, Nutshells & Nuggets and a forthcoming issue of Sarasvati.