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Dear Three,



I saw you cycle by today on that rusty red cruiser. Paint flaking off in the afternoon air, your epilogue. Heard, as you rode and did not see me, the flap of your one thousand wings. A stampede of the lightest, thinnest multitudes within you. Exhale of you, exceeding fives or tens. The nines of you, the multiples of nines.



- One

 

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Dear One,



My mother used to say, every morning when she awoke—“I’ll know more tomorrow.”



- Two

 

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Dear One and Two,



I am thinking of love as a tessellation. Each instance of a shape its own, yet mushroomed into many. The edges of many loves, the grooves into which love fits love. That big pattern of loving, and the loves embedded within. What I like about it is the humility of the geometry. Each tesella is just a smallness, just a cubic bit of a bigger form. Each of us edged up along the face of the other. No gaps, all surface area, all love filling up the plane. What do you think?



- Three

 

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Dear Three,



John Venn, English logician (1888):

“The longer a game of chance continues, the larger are the spells and runs of luck in themselves, but the less their relative proportions to the whole amounts involved.”

There is Overlay and then there is Unshared. There is Chance and Risk, and Private, too.



- Two

 

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Dear Three,



Tick of the dice along the surface of the lake. Not a geometry but a ventilation. Not a word but its sound. We were dancing the surface of sound. Clanging into one another. Sight escaped us. Dervish deceptions, arabesquing. Meet me in the grooves. Meet me in the curves and gullies.



- One

 

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Dear Two and One,



Arabesque is homage to divinity and the infinite nature of creation. “Dancing the surface of sound.” Is that the overlay, diagrammatic plots of intersection? What would the equation be? There are numbers to unearth here.



- Three

 

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Dear Three,



My teacher of poetry tells me: “Pleasure is instrumental to learning.” And later, “Education is about deliberate discomfort.”



- One

 

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Dear Three,



If we are here, simultaneously we are everywhere. Love is at once. We can’t help but inhale it. An earthquake, a birth, a bomb. The disease is the heartbeat. The gift is the grappling.



- Two

 

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MÓNICA GOMERY is a lover of questions, community, language and song. She is currently in training to become a rabbi. A graduate of the Creative Writing program at Goddard College, Mónica's writing has appeared in Shearsman Magazine, Scythe, Shadowtrain, Word For/Word, Requited Journal, and Bridges Journal. These missives are excerpted from a larger collection of fragmented letters written between lovers, all of whom live currently inside the author's imagination.


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