postage

it is not
enough

to live through letters.

i can duck behind a paper phrase,
but i can't hide face to face.

i work for four fifteen hour days
to buy a ticket with pocket change.

to be weird and lost here or there
doesn't matter -
it's in presence, in the recesses
of your fingerprints on my mind.

bring your heavy chained soul
and i will free it,
leave your constant loud voices
and we will be silent.

time touches only what stands still,
so keep running,
let the postage keep up.