dear alice #3

dear alice,

in a previous letter i’ve referred to you as a female jesus.  i want you to know that i can’t help it.

it’s strange to me that i do this.  i mean, i’m not religious.  and yet jesus routinely shows up in my writing.  it’s a form of rebellion.  i was raised in the mountains, across the rocky mountain trench, and nobody spoke, they just dug themselves in, waited.  that’s how perpetual life is along a major fault.  the air is full of silence; the silence is full of expectations.

alice, i’m routinely sacrilegious and i’m not going to apologize.  i hope you understand.

are you rebellious?