You are the reason I became a poet. I too,
have Ménière’s disease and migraines, and can’t stand
patterns…hence, I get the white dress. I too, treasure
the sacredness of solitude. I’ve memorized poems;
the first “I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.”
I want say, you can love a woman openly
w/ your words and body.
I wish I could be there for the celebration;
I’ll make to Amherst soon.
Perhaps this spring. We can write
by candlelight and you can teach me
to bake ginger cake.
Happiest of Birthdays!
Ava C. Cipri