digitally yours,

Hello,

How is the weather in Zordacistan? It is fine here, aside from the electrical storms.
Maybe you read my poems, and I know all about your life these days... about your faithful dog, and how you're worried about your sick cousin. Maybe we were college room-mates, bosom friends, and for five years have been exchanging digital echoes.
Maybe I drink coffee at night, whisky in the morning, and pop pills all day while shooting up silicon. Maybe I'm actually rather moderate with my ducks in a row, except they've nowhere to go. Unless you walk through the screen and knock on my wooden door and I answer(I often don't,) you'll never really know.
But I really do hope you're well. Say hi to the family for me.

digitally yours,

Sal E. Cohn