“As soon as he had finished speaking to Saul, the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul.”
—1 Samuel 18:1
Dear David, you are named in other letters.
You are powerful z and y and g and t,
altered consonants and so many e’s.
Sometimes, I wonder about if I had not been there.
Until my teeth burn.
Until my brain is lightningless aftermath.
Until my toes turn Savannah
River always away.
I wouldn’t know to be crying
over too many hundreds before the mile mark.
I’ve run so much lately.
I’ve been calculating.
Two weeks to you by foot, love.
Ever? For an ambushed existence?
I’m glad we’re intertwined, even if it’s across distance.