dear May,

do you believe in wishes?
i can hardly wrap my head
around them. i s’pose it’s maybe
d’you think i mess it up somehow?
shooting stars, birthday candles,
11:11 — i wish, i do what’s expected.
how come nothin’s come up my way?
the common rule is not to tell,
and i don’t tell anybody ‘cept
my cats. maybe they count. i dunno.
i’m startin to feel like the tree that
falls with nothin in the forest to
hear it. HI, i say. HELLO. anyone?
do wishes go anywhere if no one’s
there to hear them? am i in the midst
of a forest fallin all around me,
eyes shut and ears plugged? would i
know enough to spot the difference?
do you?

hope we get to go bowling again next tuesday,
Piper