Love Letter to a Stranger Part IV

Written by Arlee Francis

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Dear Stranger,

I live in a small bay

     at the very end of the world.

 

Bring your rowboat chest

     and I’ll press myself between your ribs

 

so we can use my arms as oars

     to take us far away

                     from shore.

You’d like it there.

- Love,

    A

(i could use you to stay afloat)