Saturday, July 30, 2011
Present Tense
The charity trolls us with return address labels, but
of another couple.
We become them, very briefly. Buy a silly card
and send to a fictitious address.
Will be returned to them.
Are you worrying yet? We’re disguised and pay cash–-
a new bill--wearing the thinnest of gloves, which we
keep on while addressing etc.
Moisten flap with a damp sponge. So, all in all, no DNA,
stamp being self-stick too. Mail in an empty shopping
strip without cameras. Go home to shred the other labels,
flush them down toilet.
I bring the pen to work, wrapped in tissue. Shake it out onto
a desk in another’s cubicle after he leaves for the day.
A little fun! Yes! But shakily complex due to the age.
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