What Letters Became 

 As a kid watching a TV
show called The Letter People
I didn’t learn the alphabet so much
as learn to think letters were people,
capitals like mothers to sentences, names
I wrote to give birth but wasn’t good like A,
sturdy mother to the whole alphabet so I sanded
her point down when I wrote Arkansas until she
became one mound of a letter.  Later, during
cursive, a letter became pointless anyway,
less severe, softening to hills of curls
like women swinging their hair
back over their shoulders.

Meg Thompson is a writer and mother living in Cleveland, Ohio. Author of a chapbook of poems, Farmer, (Kattywompus Press, 2015) and a finalist for 2015 Key West Literary Seminar Emerging Writer Awards.