Dearest Kanada
Thank you so much for your photographs
I am so glad that you left my only bra
As a homage to James Dean
The weather in London has been dreadful recently
And has been killing off large numbers of bees much to my distress
I have enclosed an Israeli book mark for you
Which has twelve trapped stamps from the Promised Land
Yesterday an unidentified saint was martyred in front of my flat
He spoke to me briefly before his execution
His name was Keg and was present with two Roman soldiers at the moment of Christ’s Resurrection
Later he announced the resurrection to the scribes
And was asked to remain silent
He refused
And departed for Jerusalem telling anybody who listened
That Jesus was the True God
Soldiers were sent out to arrest him
He offered them hospitality
Which they did not accept
He was decapitated and his head was left on the ground
A golden halo surrounded it
The Jews gave gifts to the erring soldiers
And later brought the head to Pontius Pilate
Who ordered that it be thrown on to a manure pile outside of the city walls
The following day the saint appeared to a blind woman and requested that she might locate the manure pile and retrieve his head
The blind woman after difficulty found the saint’s head and was commanded to kiss it
Which she did
Her sight returned
She saw the saint standing with her new born son in his arms
The child was named Keg
I believe my unidentified saint came from Asia Minor although he might have been of Maltese origin
On the night before his execution I slept with his sister
Her name was Ko
Please do not think less of me
As I miss you greatly
Do enjoy the Walt Whitman book I sent you
I admire his poems
Although I was saddened to learn that he had never visited Malta
I cannot wait to hold you in my arms again
Valerie x