10/6/08: Um, hey, Tim ...
A Letter from an Imaginary Friend
By TIM PETTET
Dear Tim,
From this corner in your old room,
from my place in this high pile
beneath Spidey and the Hulk,
I write to thank you for throwing in
the dilapidated coloring book
and the crayon. If it weren’t for
this raw sienna (what you
used to call brown) and this page
depicting a colorless Gunga Din,
I would have no voice at all.
Pretending that you’ll read this,
I’ll go ahead and say
thanks, too, for your imagination
and the days you gave me
before your sanity set in.
Your Old Friend,
Alladin
p.s. What have you done
with my magical lamp?
