Write me a letter.
Tell me a thing.
Admit a secret
or ask me for one
or share something that others already know.
I’m not picky.

Yes I am.

See?
I’ve already shared with you.
Now you can do me a little something.

Send me a key.
Give me a password.
Maybe a fiver.
Possibly a picture.
A spare lock of hair.
Something your mother left you.

It doesn’t matter what,
just so that it might have meaning.
With DNA
or one of your pets.
If you could send one of your children
that would be great.

I’ll be waiting.