Mailroom (for Kat)

Gonna write another poem for you
Because I can and I like how you beam
When the words are received like an
Otherworldly telegram from on high

We trespass only when we believe
No one is watching and the delivery
Is late and our appetites demand our
Attention and a focus on self-preservation

Let's change our habits. I'd even change
My tee-shirt if I believed it would make any
Sizable difference and you weren't so modest
And full of sugar and spice and everything nice

Imagined walking through the park, holding hands
And looking up at the dead and gleeful stars
It made some kind of altruistic sense like the very
First time I spied you naked and you just laughed

Went to a therapist last night, first time in nearly
Two decades that I attempted asking for help
All I got in return was Words with Friends and
A clueless professional's two unshiny cents

This is where we start with mail addressed to
Occupant and blank stares from a den of
Wolves or untested Girl Scouts and I'm on
Fire from the silences you deliver so effortlessly