Forgive me， I'm no good at this. I can't write back. I never read your letter.

    I can't say I got your note. I haven't had the strength to open the envelope.

    The mail stacks up by the door. Your hand's illegible¹. Your postcards were

    defaced. Wash your wet hair？ Any document you meant to send has yet to

    reach me. The untied² parcel service never delivered. I regret to say I'm

    unable to reply to your unexpressed desires. I didn't get the book you sent.

    By the way， my computer was stolen. Now I'm unable to process words. I

    suffer from aphasia³. I've just returned from Kenya and Korea. Didn't you

    get a card from me yet？ What can I tell you？ I forgot what I was going to

    say. I still can't find a pen that works and then I broke my pencil. You know

    how scarce paper is these days. I admit I haven't been recycling. I never

    have time to read the Times. I'm out of shopping bags to put the old news

    in. I didn't get to the market. I meant to clip the coupons⁴. I haven't read

    the mail yet. I can't get out the door to work， so I called in sick. I went to

    bed with writer's cramp⁵. If I couldn't get back to writing， I thought I'd catch

    up on my reading. Then Oprah came on with a fabulous⁶ author plugging

    her best selling book.