i wish i could be an inanimate object: a bracelet, a feather boa, a guitar pick, a blank book, a forgotten hat, a mix cd, a tube of toothpaste, some tampons and toilet paper that could be packed up in bubble wrap and inserted in a cardboard envelope. drop me off with usps today! and address me, and stamp me, $3.50 anywhere in the country because i'm light, tossed into wheeled trolleys of packages and letters and bills, we would gather in one corner away from the bills no one likes them. squealing with all the other packages:

"where are you going?!"

"what are you?!"

"who are you for?"

"wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

new york city to the rural farm roads of pennsylvania; washington dc to los angeles; phoenix to chicago and then back; flying on planes, loaded into trucks, then walked in bags and left in mailboxes to be discovered, hopefully with glee, by the addressee.