nothing, everything
(an open letter of the ending)

for you.



hey, just wondering...

        in the night there was a creature who could
steal your heart, with a fingernail, barely prickling
droplets of blood out.

                   ...how are you?  i've been kinda weirded
out lately.  i dunno what; a combination of factors, i guess.
partly,

        "could you pass the salt, please?" in a grating voice.

      , what i was upset about before, and i guess, also
waiting.  i'm not a very good wait-er, being rather
jumpy and impatient.  i wouldn't do well

        salt doesn't only stimulate wounds; it also
preserves them.

                                         at denny's, huh?
though with late night service, at least they can be
pushy since patrons don't have much choice of restaurant.  you'd
end up there even if you hated it.  in the middle of the night, 
starving and succumbing to monopoly.
     i'm afraid, sometimes --

        and then he puts a straw to the artery,
sucking out the juices before gnawing at the muscle.

                           -- of bothering you.



 --jennifer crystal chien