I am no longer writing poems about the post office.On fallen petals, what your mind gets up to if left un-distracted, and the return--at long last-- of the future.<a href="http://www.postofficepoems.com/">postofficepoems.com</a> <a href="http://www.patreon.com/postofficepoems">patreon.com/postofficepoems</a> <a href="http://www.ebenhoffer.com/">ebenhoffer.com</a>

I am no longer writing poems about the post office.On fallen petals, what your mind gets up to if left un-distracted, and the return--at long last-- of the future.postofficepoems.com patreon.com/postofficepoems ebenhoffer.com

I am no longer writing poems about the post office.On fallen petals, what your mind gets up to if left un-distracted, and the return--at long last-- of the future.<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 #22: the inner room (goodbye)

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 #22: the inner room (goodbye)

Poem #22: the inner room (goodbye)