Love This And Love That

The letters you wrote but didn’t find
perfect enough to post when paper 
used to be the medium 
make a range and the summits, create
the topography once famous for curing 
difficult lungs diseases.

Between two crumpled lines about 
the territories love owns and a vague 
threat you made to weaponize your lips
now you ride in a battered Jeep, and 
your guide shows you a monastery –
the best for the selfies.

There you find God during one spin
of a prayer cylinder and lose him again 
as if he is the word you needed 
for the completion of belles-lettres. 

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