A Tragedy of Love Letters

A Tragedy of Love Letters

(by Olivia Solomon)

I wish you could slip and slide through my skin just like the silk of last night’s sheets. Perhaps, it could be a great love letter.

Dear lover,

Wear me like the anticipation of growing old like your favorite pair of jeans.

I look for you in smelly hotel rooms and dark bars, thinking you were just hiding in the worst places.


I am ramshackled by these threadbare clothes. You must have ripped them off far too often. I may be naked.

I still taste you on my lips after the skin has slithered away and replaced itself in reincarnation, only I forgot to tell you about the place where we’ll meet. The next life.


Where are you? It’s me.

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