OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
Dear Eric,
This is to notify you that--but what's the use? You with your sloppy
ways have already tossed this where you think it belongs, in the garbage
with the tuna can torn open in a state of hunger. And down there, in the
trashbag, underneath the coffee grounds and next to that despised bill,
ignored like the used Kleenex or the junk mail, this letter will sit
till doomsday or the trash goes out.
Open me. Rip my pasted lip wide. Think twice about dumping every piece of
mail today with the eggshells, the used-up wine bottles, the spoiled meat
and the bones.
This is to notify you that another chance is gone. What you would have
gotten you'll never know.
The Awards Committee