Alternative to what?
I did not keep your letters.

I read them, and then I threw them in the trash,
but make no mistake, I read them.

I swallowed them whole.
I filled my eyes with every word,
I sewed them in patterns into my flesh.

At night I wake to entertain the ghosts lounging in my bedroom
with impromptu recitations of your letters,
of your thoughts,
of the shape of you in words.

But I could not keep your letters.

I could not let them languish in a dusty box,
fermenting into poisons in the closet dark.
I could not let them lie in wait,
like coiled paper vipers,
ready to strike the hand that strays too far and stirs the den.

- Gabriel Gadfly