Dana Vespoli Dear |work| Direct

You’ve built a lovely life on omissions, the letter continued. But omissions are just lies with good posture. I’m here to collect the debt.

The fog had already started to seep through the keyhole. dana vespoli dear

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, tucked between a pizza coupon and a final notice for a bill she’d already paid. No return address. Just her name in looping, old-fashioned cursive: Dana Vespoli dear. You’ve built a lovely life on omissions, the

You don’t know me. But I’ve been watching the way you leave your back door unlocked. The way you hum off-key when you water the geraniums. The way you say “dear” to the stray cat even though you pretend you haven’t named it. dana vespoli dear