"Scandalous," he said

I'll grant you fiction has its miracles,
but if you're looking for a resurrection
you'll find it in letters.
Take your book and lose yourself,
fall in love in the arms of the antihero.
I'll give you a 95% chance
of a happy ending. (The other kind doesn't sell.)
The odds are worse on the postal service.
But if you're placing bets,
you might as well take a worthwhile risk.
I have paper and I have a feeling
that I might need your address, love.

Completely self-indulgent poetry inspired by Kella (who reads this blog) and Mitchell (who doesn't).