roadblock

i had time today.
i decided that i was going to write a letter.
not really sure to whom
or concerning what.
i took out a stationary pad,
the one that my grandmother gave me
with my name in script at the top,
and a pen.
i sat down at the kitchen counter and began
to think.
i thought of writing to my uncle.
or his daughter.
i peeled a clementine
and continued thinking
while picking the orange bits
away from my cuticles.
all i ended up writing was
"Dear "
so i figured it was as done as it could be.
i folded it into messy thirds.

i couldn't find an envelope.