The Neatest Hand - The Guild League

Notes about shopping, postcards from islands

Letters the length of a small novelette

Three words in a diary, as if I’d forget

God damn, I love your handwriting so much I hope you know

That I pour over every word you send me when I go

Mix tapes with careful print titles and tunes

Private jokes, footnotes, and turtle cartoons

Concise, clear directions to hostels in Rome

Call me at work on a bill near the phone

God damn, I love your handwriting so much it makes me cry

I’m sorry for the times you’ve had to wait for a reply

Message on the fridge, «Could you please take my soaps?»

My old addresses on air-mailed envelopes

Directions in red in the margins of plays

Thoughts in front pages of books on my birthdays

The coldest seven letters ever looked as good as this

Your name signed in cursive with an x for a kiss