dear spencer letters // the poetics of a love story, pt. 2

A poet previously published in the Bo-Arts series, Anna Aileen See-Jachowski shares another series of poetry with Boshemia. Written in the styling of the letters from Katharine Hepburn to Spencer Tracy, Anna’s poetry is a love story reimagined in a contemporary context. These are love letters 3 & 4 of 6. 

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letter #3.

spencer,

doubt,

like a giant squid,

sits

sedentary and

monstrous 

on the floor.

it waits

until i’ve hit the bottom;

my proud (chest) mast broken, 

my ivory (skin) sails torn.

the beast envelopes me

in all ten arms, 

it’s beaked kiss

swallowing

my wreckage 

whole.

spencer-

you’re a pirate,

but my captain, nonetheless.

we knew

this voyage

could sink us both,

if the rum didn’t first,

but how could we know

that doubt lurked beneath

these murky waters?

spencer–

submission,

so seductive,

pulled me under,

where i became

doubt’s lifeless meal.

now i wallow

in it’s gut,

certain your lungs,

full of sweet breath,

would collapse

should you ever

swim down

to recover lost

treasures.

spencer–

you’ve abandoned ship;

the red-haired siren’s call

stronger than

a captain’s duty.

and doubt,

Architeuthis,

holds me

now that you

do not.

 

always,

katharine.

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letter #4.

spencer,

the telephones won’t

work the same,

and these letters are just… 

so it’s the clouds now,

that call me,

that whisper

swift and

sweet news.

today i drove into the

side of the mountain,

towards Home,

and they rushed through the

trees and rock

like smoke out of a house on fire.

hot tears stung my

chapped face while

rain pelted my

windshield. 

thunder roared in my

ears and i

could only just hear your

howling.

but lover,

not a mile later,

the sky broke

open

like the waves on

our delaware shoreline; 

like your

boy’s smile

peeking between 

salty locks of your mane

as we swam to

quell the summer

heat.

spencer,

i knew your

moment in the dark

had passed, and

even on this cloudy fall morning,

you’d found a way

to tell me

you miss me so.

spencer,

even the heavens know our names.

 

love,

katharine.

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