My first letter-friend is Imoshavi. She goes to school in Tifanaro. Teacher Teqass said that this project would be interesting, but so far I'm not impressed. Imoshavi wants to talk about boys all the time. I don't like boys that much. I suppose my brother Egram is all right, but my classmates are too rowdy. When Imoshavi is not talking about the boys she knows, she wants to hear about the horse traders here in Tifirf. Apparently they are considered cute by girls who don't actually know any. I guess they have more appeal if you don't know how sweaty, smelly, and crude some of them can get. I would rather listen to the scientists.
On the bright side, Imoshavi lives in the Slunai region -- that's hole mouse territory. I have written to her asking what she knows about them. If she is willing to talk about hole mice then I will gladly swap descriptions of horse traders for that!
See the landing page for "Squiggles: Excerpts from Nleimen's Journal."
This poem was inspired by a Tumblr post which, sadly, no longer exists and did not come with a username. But it gave me some great ideas, and I wanted to share them. I'm posting it free since it's partly a found poem and partly original. I stumbled across this while going through this year's poetry in search of other stuff. It belongs to the series An Army of One.
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