Love Letter # 1 to No One in Particular

I bought you these chestnuts from the Japanese grocery store. As you can see on the package, they are organic and they have been roasted. Do you like the package? I think the Japanese writing on it looks a little graffiti-ish and I like the cartoon chestnut guy. He looks fairly happy in his cannibalistic chestnut life. I know it is really not chestnut season, being July and all, but what can you do? Okay, so to confess, one of the reasons I bought these for you is because of the word "chestnuts," because see, inside human chests are hearts. And sometimes inside the shell of a nut, the edible part is called the meat, and so the chestnut is both a chest and a heart. I'm probably taking all this too far and now I see that the chestnut resembles more of a wooden chest of drawers than a human chest, but I wanted you to understand my initial thinking about it and what I had in mind because I bought a bag for myself too and I have to tell you that these chestnuts from Japan are really not very nice tasting at all, so I am really just giving you an idea more than anything else, which is probably not good enough. Is anything good enough though, in love and what is enough anyway? Enough is hard to pin down. I'm thinking now of that Janis Joplin song, the one about taking a little piece of her heart. She sounds a little sarcastic and angry in her offering of the pieces. It almost sounds like with every verse, she is dying more and more and might even need a heart transplant if she keeps telling whomever she's singing to to take more and more. The pieces I'm offering though come from a different place. Now that you've read this though, you can probably throw the chestnuts out. They were just a visual aid that you could hold while you read this and probably not necessary.