Post Postal Service

Emily Miller

i mailed a letter to MN today…
and, leaving the post office i heard music
in the carob leaf gutters in the way i
wanted to live inside them
suddenly
i couldn’t hear it (i lost my phone…)
instead in class i hear,
he says:
you’re…
fragmenting…
i believe this
as i touch my collarbone,
stick my fingers in the hollow and
picture my insides
as if they could be outsides
no, he says, you don’t have anything inside,
only your outsides.
and
did you buy that?
well,
but i did

mail a letter to MN today