this is what happens when I try to be angry with you

Dear Dionysus,

I don't feel like talking to you. You detract from my peace today.

I was floating on a cloud
& whispering italics
when I thought of you.

Did you know that doubt pulls at the threads of cumulonimbus thoughts?
You can see the contrails of Atlantis; they drift like seaweed.

I fear this letter drifts in the same way.

Shine on,



Silenus