I've been on the same route for a month, and I'm starting to understand what the point of this job is. On knowing every house, delivering to houses that aren't there, and making things up. <a href="http://www.postofficepoems.com" target="">postofficepoems.com</a> <a href="http://www.patreon.com/postofficepoems " target="">patreon.com/postofficepoems </a> <a href="http://www.ebenhoffer.com" target="">ebenhoffer.com</a>

I've been on the same route for a month, and I'm starting to understand what the point of this job is. On knowing every house, delivering to houses that aren't there, and making things up. postofficepoems.com patreon.com/postofficepoems ebenhoffer.com

I've been on the same route for a month, and I'm starting to understand what the point of this job is. On knowing every house, delivering to houses that aren't there, and making things up. <a href="http://www.postofficepoems.com" rel="noopener noreferrer">postofficepoems.com</a> <a href="http://www.patreon.com/postofficepoems " rel="noopener noreferrer">patreon.com/postofficepoems </a> <a href="http://www.ebenhoffer.com" rel="noopener noreferrer">ebenhoffer.com</a>

Poem #2: on the same route for a month

My brother is a letter carrier for the United States Post Office. Every day, he walks around and puts mail into slots on people's houses. He also writes poetry.
Post Office Poems is a series of short meditations on existing in your body in the real world, the joys and tragedies of bureaucracy, and The Mail.
Take a moment with us to consider the glue that holds our mutual lives together: the discount glue, that is only sort of sticky, that you can't get off your shirt.

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My brother is a letter carrier for the United States Post Office. Every day, he walks around and puts mail into slots on people's houses. He also writes poetry. Post Office Poems is a series of short meditations on existing in your body in the real world, the joys and tragedies of bureaucracy, and The Mail. Take a moment with us to consider the glue that holds our mutual lives together: the discount glue, that is only sort of sticky, that you can't get off your shirt.

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Poem #2: on the same route for a month

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