J. Allyn Rosser

Letters from State Pen. Inmate #6807584, 02/12/82

Hello, Mona. What kind of woman are you? We have directories from everywhere, But my hands opened yours. I picked you. Your name when I whisper it trembles like dew On flowers I can never see from here. Hello, Susan. What kind of woman are you? Would you answer a letter from out of the blue? I'm tossing my folded-up heart in the air, Into your delicate hands. I picked you, Undine, because your city windows too Have bars – for fear of men like me! We share This, Jane; but how kind a woman are you To fling a soul whose only hope is you Back at these prison walls – bars he could bear With one line from your hand. I picked you, Jane, because that's my mother's name. It's true I was that man you fear, but now, I swear... Dear Helen, what kind of woman are you? I'm in your hands. You know why I picked you.   return to 1.1