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mail call
by Kristina Woodhillshoving letters
through mail slots
with no envelopes
i hold the book of stamps
i tell you they no longer need
a tongue
you tell me -
anyway,
the letter opener is lost
i tell you the junk mail
does not bring the winning number
you insist you can read
the invisible ink
i change the header
you flip it over
and call it
the end
08/27/2008 Posted on 08/28/2008
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/28/08 at 03:41 PM Really nice exchange Kristina. Flows quckly to the end. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 08/28/08 at 11:24 PM Hi Kristina,
Good write. Sounds like a busy day at the office or busy at home in the office. |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 08/28/08 at 11:25 PM Hi Kristina,
Also quite clever writing. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/01/08 at 04:23 PM Oh damn! What a poem. The simple title and seemingly simple subject matter crept up on me and then lept into my heart with the last stanza. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/04/08 at 04:44 PM Wise use of metaphors and analogy Kristina that runs as deep as any letter opener. |
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