ode to a mailbox

you eat illiterate shit all day
they don't know Shakespeare from pear shakes
but you are so crucial
let me put a love letter into your womb

your little blue eagle
stuck in a parallelogram
will race across Central Park, over the
course of a few days and letter-deliver

brian says it's totally fine
brian will just call them on the phone,
no need to send a letter
fuck you, brian