Dear Heather Christle,
You make me want to be on fire. I want to run on and on and on without sounding like I am rambling. I want to be beautiful when burning and not feel any pain. You’ve shown me how to take an image, light it on fire, and watch it grow into a poem. At one point, I wouldn’t have thought this was a poem. I have come to appreciate line breaks, and I have come to admire fire even more.