Sal opened the letter. He read it slowly. It was the second such letter he had received. He put the letter down on the counter.
rusting by resting
words already dusting
into silent still
air
meaning is bleeding
wounds already healing
slowly sowing a
stare
Turning to the stove, Sal turned off the kettle. The steam climbed to the low ceiling and spread like an inverted flood. He stared through the fog. Minutes passed and he began to sweat from the shrouding steam. The kitchen was small.
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