So it began
another opening salvo
written grapeshot
Sibling letters
masking fury longhand
weighted by a lifetime’s
alkaline asides
Presupposing mal intent
in every word
An older generation
hamstrung by
paper clad
civility

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Day 16 of NaPoWriMo, where the prompt was an almanac poem, one of the items being a scrap of a letter. Clearing out my family’s place in Rhode Island (emptying a place filling my soul) we found hundreds of letters, one of which began “Molly, formerly dear Molly”. While I found this amusing, clearly the writer, and one supposes the recipient, did not.