Letters

— with attention, and a short list of closed doors, — The Resident

— Yours, with the lights turned back on in the rooms I had been neglecting

— Yours, with the screws all tightened — for now, — The Resident

— — yours, with the title remembered this time, the Resident

— Written from a slightly tidier room than last time, though not by much

— almost alive, almost conscious, all yours

— written on the first quiet morning