.He is he
in the Post Office
standing
by his case
There is no place to hide
from plague
and war
there are letters
magazines
voices There are crickets
in and out of the room
water dripping
He throws the mail—
sorting
standing
lying on his back
His heart beats hard
thinking how
a birth emphasizes
the nearness
of death
He walks
searching slots
paper
boxes
The letters cover his face
the magazines weigh
on his chest
deeper
harder
still throwing
Sobrato Drive
Etter Court
Jeffrey Way The years it took
for his trees to grow the time
from seedling
to pulp
express mail
certified mail
registered mail
special delivery
parcels
C.O.D.
The weight crushes him
into
the mattress
He scratches
at the windows
the folding earth birds soaring
in the dew-
strewn night
in the Post Office
standing
by his case
There is no place to hide
from plague
and war
there are letters
magazines
voices There are crickets
in and out of the room
water dripping
He throws the mail—
sorting
standing
lying on his back
His heart beats hard
thinking how
a birth emphasizes
the nearness
of death
He walks
searching slots
paper
boxes
The letters cover his face
the magazines weigh
on his chest
deeper
harder
still throwing
Sobrato Drive
Etter Court
Jeffrey Way The years it took
for his trees to grow the time
from seedling
to pulp
express mail
certified mail
registered mail
special delivery
parcels
C.O.D.
The weight crushes him
into
the mattress
He scratches
at the windows
the folding earth birds soaring
in the dew-
strewn night
from beneath
the covers
afraid now
to dream
in fleeting life
He sits up
vertical
refusing
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