Monday, September 7, 2015

Letters read on the john

read your letters on the toilet,
came in the mail sixty years too late,

they were sad and one-sided,
yellowed and dirt-specked,

there were several notes extra
wrapped in stiff rubber bands,
couldn't make out those few handwritten words,
so you'll never get the cash you're owned,

left my own postscript:

rusty paperclips leave marks and
staples will ruin the page;

I couldn't save you from an early grave--

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