Shipwreck

Written in homemade iron gall ink with a gull's feather quill

It's a bad question I grant you 
but maybe you could tell me.
Alice Leach

Most of all, you have disappointed me.

It took two score and bruising to fall into your trap.

Broken letters
I fail to put us back together.

If I turn out the light

Any attempt at a cover-up is patchy at best.

I gave the moon 
a drink last night

Did you curse me?

Do I sound less 
charitable than I ought?

Unremarkable letters 

I had hoped
to save you.