LEE POTTS
My fourteen remaining fragments of the letter
(Transcribed from the handwritten original. Ordered as close to the original as memory allowed.)
I try to backtrack to the thought behind
for instance – “Time was saying, almost like a
you realize there’s no need to reply, it’s fine. Then he sleeps again.
we can see memories cross
He still wears a watch and the band is
keys in his pocket
polishing his last pair of glasses.
the heat of decay. His hands are already so cold
and something stuck in the middle. Borders
anticipating the guilt of not getting there
the old days. I’ve noticed how people often have no idea where their bodies will rest after
fasnacht and this really awful coffee.
we need a good rain
I’m glad for you, that you’re in the city for the autumn. The sky won’t matter as much and
Lee Potts, author of the chapbook And Drought Will Follow (Frosted Fire, 2021), is poetry editor at Barren Magazine as well as a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee. His work has appeared in The Night Heron Barks, Rust + Moth, Whale Road Review, UCity Review, Firmament, Moist Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. He lives just outside of Philadelphia. He’s @LeePottsPoet on Twitter.