return to sender

phone call from the new tenants

a postal faux pas to be forwarded tomorrow

to the new heaven

i inquired as to the sender and the dimensions

garden state motivations clear

you’ve sent a door knocker

instead of your pounding hand

you need not

keep sending me packages

to

recreate the pain

or to cause me to consider you

you are hidden within the crevices

of each day

i can torture myself

i don’t need your assistance

yes

i know how well

you have forgotten me

not at all

nor will you

so

save the postage

you still talk to me

in the late wild turkey and cake evenings

and wonder

if i can hear you