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WRITING LETTERS FOR THE BLIND

For fifteen cents, or twenty, in the script I'd mastered from Miss Hartung, I wrote Saturday letters for Bill Nelson, who Sat blind with a white cane beside his chair. He loved the letters in return, the lines Scratched out in pencil or blue ballpoint ink. This is Gary writing, he had me say, And women, often, when they wrote, added Postscripts that began for your eyes only As if I wouldn't read their words aloud.