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 finger my collarbone ,
stick my fingers in the hollow and
picture my insides,
as if they could be outsides
"no," he says, "there aren't any insides,"
"you just can't see."

and

did you believe that?
bull.
but i did
mail a letter to MN today....