A love letter opener.
Dear random bookstore lady,
Thank you for making such a meaningful book recommendation. You caught me off-guard; I was thoroughly contemplating purchase before your nudge in the right direction. The tone of your voice was familiar and endearing. Ignoring your advice was impossible.
Truth be told, another friend of mine had already raved about the book, one I couldn’t wait to read, and now, have read.
I wrote you a poem and drew you a picture in gratitude:
we pretend that valentine’s day doesn’t matter over dinner.
we talk about socks and rocks while flipping bottle caps.
i wear my thinking cap forward and my dreaming cap backward.
i eat monopoly pieces when it isn’t my turn.
we have a hard time looking one another in the eye.
we are shy and embarrassed by our pupil’s honesty.
i meet people i assume i’ll never see again.
i don’t want you to be one of these people.
we could practice cursive and long division.
we already do to some extent, adding fractions too.