In the Ocean of the US Postal Service

Well I asked my cat

“What is it like

to be in love?”


And she looked at me

with saucer eyes

and folded over to

clean her butt.


I guess she doesn’t know either.


I am looking at pictures from the nineties.

I am wondering what you went as for Halloween.


I want to thank you for the constellations

because I think you are indirectly responsible.


I’ve written you a hundred letters

but I sent them to other people.

I don’t want you to read them

but I want them to be read.


I live on a diet of avocados and burgers and art.

And I hope you still enjoy the simplicity of a milkshake.


There is an itch on my back I can’t reach.

You are an itch on my back I can’t reach.

You are an itch.


I am looking for

a place to live but I would

rather live with you. Even though


you snore like my grandmother

just before she turned ninety and died.


I keep a postcard by my bed, stamped,

with your address,

ready to be mailed. It says



And I think

I might mail it one of these days.


Karen Ann Frederick, USA

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