"Are We Alone? Is it Safe to Speak?" Mary Ruefle

Dear Unknown Friend,
I know I am real to you,
and though you aren't that real to me
without you I would not exist.
Certainly I would never have stepped
into this nutmeg grater
and become a pile of fine woodsy particles.
It occurs to me we are walking
piles of dust, you and I,
and still it smells as sweet
as summer winds off the coast of Zanziba
and the sails are up and off we dash
into the brine of our contentment.
I'm glad you know me well.
When I fall asleep, curling up
in a little ball, will you take me home
and hold me in the palm of your hand,
posthumously, anonymously,
and when the time is right
blow me away?

"Are We Alone? Is it Safe to Speak?"
Mary Ruefle
Trances of the Blast
Published by Wave Books

I really love this poem. It is very interesting in creating this "thing" or person and how it is affecting the voice of the poem. It gives so much intriguing detail that colors the poems content explicitly.