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