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from “Dear Princess Di” by Maudy Benz, via VQR: Dear Princess Di, For more than two years I have been writing this letter to you, and thinking, oh, Celia, go ahead and send it. She’ll write you back. Then I heard about your car accident and this letter I was writing made me cry and cry because you can’t ever answer me. You cannot say a word to answer all my questions. You are dead, leaving two darling boys behind in this cold world that must be a wall of darkness to their eyes. You died crushed inside a luxury car at the moment in your life when you finally found a little of the love you wanted. Some dumb fundamentalist minister is going to make too much of the timing of all that. He’ll say you died because you were having so much fun. Oh, but to hell with him, if I might just not mince words for once.And I think you’d say don’t mince words, Celia. Because while he’s condemning you, he’s embezzling money from the ordinary people you tried to help. I’m going to go on with this letter anyway, talking to the spirit of you as much as to the beautiful princess who could have held these words from my heart to her heart, in her hand. You’ll look down upon me with considerable empathy I hope. You’ll see yourself a little bit in me, though I’m no beauty like you were, Diana Spencer.Listen, I beg you, listen, wherever you might hover while I tell my tale of woe that might still have a happier ending.

from “Dear Princess Di” by Maudy Benz, via VQR:

Dear Princess Di, For more than two years I have been writing this letter to you, and thinking, oh, Celia, go ahead and send it. She’ll write you back. Then I heard about your car accident and this letter I was writing made me cry and cry because you can’t ever answer me. You cannot say a word to answer all my questions. You are dead, leaving two darling boys behind in this cold world that must be a wall of darkness to their eyes. You died crushed inside a luxury car at the moment in your life when you finally found a little of the love you wanted.

Some dumb fundamentalist minister is going to make too much of the timing of all that. He’ll say you died because you were having so much fun. Oh, but to hell with him, if I might just not mince words for once.And I think you’d say don’t mince words, Celia. Because while he’s condemning you, he’s embezzling money from the ordinary people you tried to help.

I’m going to go on with this letter anyway, talking to the spirit of you as much as to the beautiful princess who could have held these words from my heart to her heart, in her hand. You’ll look down upon me with considerable empathy I hope. You’ll see yourself a little bit in me, though I’m no beauty like you were, Diana Spencer.Listen, I beg you, listen, wherever you might hover while I tell my tale of woe that might still have a happier ending.

3 months ago

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