All She Wrote

    Forgive me， I'm no good at this. I can't write back. I never read your letter.

    I can't say I got your note. I haven't had the strength to open the envelope.

    The mail stacks up by the door. Your hand's illegible. Your postcards were

    defaced. Wash your wet hair？ Any document you meant to send has yet to

    reach me. The untied parcel service never delivered. I regret to say I'm

    unable to reply to your unexpressed desires. I didn't get the book you sent.

    By the way， my computer was stolen. Now I'm unable to process words. I

    suffer from aphasia. I've just returned from Kenya and Korea. Didn't you

    get a card from me yet？ What can I tell you？ I forgot what I was going to

    say. I still can't find a pen that works and then I broke my pencil. You know

    how scarce paper is these days. I admit I haven't been recycling. I never

    have time to read the Times. I'm out of shopping bags to put the old news

    in. I didn't get to the market. I meant to clip the coupons. I haven't read

    the mail yet. I can't get out the door to work， so I called in sick. I went to

    bed with writer's cramp. If I couldn't get back to writing， I thought I'd catch

    up on my reading. Then Oprah came on with a fabulous author plugging

    her best selling book.