read between the lines
tell me to read between the lines
and figure out the secret meaning of our
my UV light is buried somewhere
in the depths of my room;
i can't scan a strip of violets and purples
over the invisible ink
you so carefully crafted with the last lemon
you bought before the start of the pandemic.
hold up the torn and wrinkled letter
in front of the scorching summer light filtering in
through the open window
and try to make out even the vaguest outlines--
of curves and straight lines and little breaks between.
matter how i turn the paper,
i wonder why you told me
to read between the lines
and didn't just use
your favorite ballpoint pen.