Thursday, July 5, 2012

March 5 - Cursive


L A U R E N  E L I Z A B E T H  E A M E S
L l Aa Uu Rr Ee Nn.
Lauren. 
Ee Ll Aa Zz Aa Bb Ee Tt Hh.
Elizabeth.

Must I practice every letter twice?  Some repeat…
YES

Ee Aa Mm Ee Ss.
Eames.

Letters ought to be a labor of love.  That is what my teacher said.  Every one must be written with precision.
So I wrote.  And wrote.  And wrote.
Each spindly letter a story of it’s own.
Yet I said nothing.

I wrote my name over and over.  I grew excellent at the letter E.
Which may have served me well, it is the most common letter.
Those perfect sans-serif curls flow from my pen as easily as breathing.
            Curve, Curve.
loop. curve.
Over and over. 

5  E A S T W O O D  S  T R E E T
5.
Ee Aa Ss Tt Ww Oo Oo Dd.
Eastwood.
Ss Tt Rr Ee Ee Tt.
Street.

I addressed thousands of letters and wrote my home address on every one in perfect cursive writing.
Not one was ever sent.
My childhood self expected responses to every one.
She grew used to disappointment.

I practiced my letters in perfect cursive.
It never did me the slightest bit of good.

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