March 3, 2005

Dear Mr. Bush,

A woman was looking at lingerie on the train today, pulling these wispy, gauzy items out of a shopping bag, holding them up to the light, moving her hand behind them. She'd laugh to herself quietly, then pull another out of the bag and repeat the process, sometimes holding them up to her chest, as if somehow checking the size through her bulky winter coat. It was such an intimate thing to be doing, on a late train home from downtown, and I was amazed at her ability to block out the rest of the world and find such pleasure in the thought of things to come.

Yours,

Dan