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08/26 Faith with dirty hands

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Letters to the Editor

To whom it may concern : 

I'm canceling my subscription 

As to the reason , please listen

Understand me, this isn't a sneer

Why is there so much darkness and fear 

If there's a God, show me the way 

Until then goodbye, have a nice day -

Hold on a second,  just wait 

There's no call to question your faith 

You've put too much trust in all that tech

Now you wonder why your life's such a mess 

 And you're wandering lost in the wild 

Come back to the flock,  dear child - 

To whom it may concern :

Are you the way, truth, and the life 

Has given me lemons ; I lost my wife 

No, don't worry she's alive 

She found a man of twenty-five 

He's better than me, I fear 

And now I'm drowning in tears -

I remember you ; I don't know why 

Your life is sad, not gonna lie 

You lost your drive ; 

They called it failure to thrive 

Sending you blessings in this letter 

May God's mercies make it all better 

To whom it may concern : 

I've heard enough today 

Stop telling me to pray 

You've just given me doubt

And I know what I'm about 

To do is likely a sin 

It's your fault for this mess I'm in

— Tracey Braverman, Aug 13, 2026

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The epistolary frame is the poem's most distinctive move, and it largely earns its keep. Structuring the piece as an exchange of letters — the "To whom it may concern" refrains dividing the sections — sets up a call-and-response between a despairing writer and a voice that answers in the register of institutional faith. That tension between the two correspondents gives the poem its dramatic engine, and the recurring salutation does real organizing work, marking each turn in the exchange.

The rhymed couplets carry a plainspoken, almost hymn-like quality that suits the subject. Where the rhyme is allowed to fall naturally, as in "Until then goodbye, have a nice day," the casual bitterness of the phrase lands well against the sing-song meter, and the friction between tone and form produces something genuinely unsettling. That effect is one of the poem's strengths and could be leaned into more deliberately elsewhere.

Some of the strongest writing comes through enjambment across the couplet break. The lines "And I know what I'm about / To do is likely a sin" split a single thought across two rhymes, and the delay makes the ending's implied threat more chilling than a flat statement would. Similarly, "You lost your drive; / They called it failure to thrive" turns a clinical phrase into something quietly devastating. These moments show what the form can do when it withholds rather than announces.

A few couplets strain the rhyme in ways that pull attention toward the mechanism rather than the meaning. "Are you the way, truth, and the life / Has given me lemons; I lost my wife" is hard to parse — the grammar breaks between the two lines in a way that reads as an error rather than a deliberate rupture, and the leap to "given me lemons" introduces a colloquialism whose tone sits awkwardly beside the biblical allusion. Reworking this pair so the syntax completes itself, or so the break is clearly intentional, would steady one of the poem's pivotal moments.

The relationship between the two voices could also be clarified. In places the responding voice ("Come back to the flock, dear child") is distinct, but by the final section the speakers seem to blur, and it becomes uncertain who is addressing whom. A consistent visual or typographic signal for each voice — beyond the shared salutation — would let the reader track the argument without losing the momentum the couplets build.

The closing turn, where the correspondent blames the faith-voice for the sin about to be committed, is a sharp and honest place to end. Consider whether the final couplet's "It's your fault for this mess I'm in" states the accusation more plainly than the poem needs; the earlier enjambment had already implied it with more menace, and trusting that restraint might let the ending strike harder.

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