A Reminder From the Shed

or, Are You Ever Going to Visit Again?

Photo by Jasper Garratt on Unsplash

An Open Letter to Audrey:

I have been lonely. Your visits stopped a few weeks ago amidst stuffing and salad and pie. Maybe you have forgotten me since the cold has settled in. I shiver under the barest of covers, an underskirt of panned white on clapboard extensions painted quickly under threatening skies.