Love Lettering

by Kate Clayborn

I enjoyed watching you work. I love that word, enjoyed. It sounds small and polite, but it contains something big, passionate. In my head I see it as it should be, I think. The en- and the -ed should be small, but sturdy. Like bookends, or like hands, supporting something that’s lean and tall, but fragile and new. A fawn’s legs. J-O-Y.

I don’t know how long it takes, because neither of us is marking the time, keeping track. It feels like floating, like being untethered. Like writing without letters. Like counting without numbers. It feels like love.