Postmaster Letter # 2
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Dear Postmaster:
My mailbox is still full of bees,
& I still have not gotten any letters
since September 6, 1979.
How do you think it feels
to live with pests the size of pullets
& a noise like stripped
electric wires in high wind?
Maybe pretty soon I’ll
dig up the mailbox,
load it into my pickup, & release
the hive right here inside the P.O.
It would be exactly like at revival
when they cast out devils,
except it would be the opposite.
It’s true I don’t have a
civil-service education like
certain individuals,
but I do know this:
Once you’ve been chased
by a fiery swooping cloud
singing your name with
a thousand voices,
you never stop running,
whether you’re running
or not.