Dear Spencer Letters // The Poetics of a Love story, Pt. 2
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A poet previously published in the Bo-Arts series, Anna Aileen See-Jachowski shares another series of poetry with Boshemia. Written in the styling of the letters from Katharine Hepburn to Spencer Tracy, Anna's poetry is a love story reimagined in a contemporary context. These are love letters 3 & 4 of 6.
letter #3.
spencer,
doubt,
like a giant squid,
sits
sedentary and
monstrous
on the floor.
it waits
until i’ve hit the bottom;
my proud (chest) mast broken,
my ivory (skin) sails torn.
the beast envelopes me
in all ten arms,
it’s beaked kiss
swallowing
my wreckage
whole.
spencer-
you’re a pirate,
but my captain, nonetheless.
we knew
this voyage
could sink us both,
if the rum didn’t first,
but how could we know
that doubt lurked beneath
these murky waters?
spencer–
submission,
so seductive,
pulled me under,
where i became
doubt’s lifeless meal.
now i wallow
in it’s gut,
certain your lungs,
full of sweet breath,
would collapse
should you ever
swim down
to recover lost
treasures.
spencer–
you’ve abandoned ship;
the red-haired siren’s call
stronger than
a captain’s duty.
and doubt,
Architeuthis,
holds me
now that you
do not.
always,
katharine.
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letter #4.
spencer,
the telephones won’t
work the same,
and these letters are just…
so it’s the clouds now,
that call me,
that whisper
swift and
sweet news.
today i drove into the
side of the mountain,
towards Home,
and they rushed through the
trees and rock
like smoke out of a house on fire.
hot tears stung my
chapped face while
rain pelted my
windshield.
thunder roared in my
ears and i
could only just hear your
howling.
but lover,
not a mile later,
the sky broke
open
like the waves on
our delaware shoreline;
like your
boy’s smile
peeking between
salty locks of your mane
as we swam to
quell the summer
heat.
spencer,
i knew your
moment in the dark
had passed, and
even on this cloudy fall morning,
you’d found a way
to tell me
you miss me so.
spencer,
even the heavens know our names.
love,
katharine.