Letters to no one
XX
09/25/21 6:16 PM
to ANDRÉ
Wilfred Owen to Siegfried Sassoon—1917:
And you have fixed my Life—however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.
I was looking at the stars tonight, and all it reminded me of was how your eyes sparkle whenever something malevolent crosses your thoughts.
You have always been a troublemaker. Quite a spectacular one at that, too.
But even when people say you’re dangerous, everytime I see you, you appear to be nothing more than the little girl that had nearly set fire to my hair when I was eight.
Hope this letter sheds some light into your forever wandering mind.
André stared at t
