Words

sitting in the dining car on a transcontinental train to berlin.
using butter knifes to open long lost letters.
you'll always be my captain
he wrote while sitting by the southern ocean, listening to the sound of sharks laughing and crabs paying the fiddle.
i never asked to be captain. she replied. then crossed it out.
i know.
she wrote while stepping out onto the cobblestone and into the northern air.
there is natural light. and. there is artificial light.