Dear John Letter and untitled poem

These are two things I created at a writing workshop recently. I think they hang together pretty well.

Dear John:

Unlike a doctor telling a child bad news, with a spoonful of sugar, with chocolate milk concealing the teaste, offering them something they like to drink, there will be none of that now. You will be getting it straight, not slant. No sugar coating is going to make this more palatable, tastier, easier to swallow. I am leaving. Let those words roll around in your mind, on your tongue, and taste the bitterness.





untitled (for now)

You sound like a roken record, skipping over key words nd notes, scratching across the surface and getting stuck at some point, always talking talking talking talking about the same things until something or someone flicks the needles off, shuts off the record player
in disgust.