Good Morning, Dear Passing between the curtains, a ray of light lands upon my shoulder. I feel a victorious flag planted along my rolling collarbone. I dust the nationalist from my sweatshirt & I hear him land beside the dog bowl. Sol, my Peruvian hairless, is sprawled across the kitchen tile, panting. Left-over sponge cake turns yellow & refuses to abandon its fortified fridge. The magnetic poetry has moved “formation marching” closer to “butterfly wings” I now feel two rays of light, one upon each shoulder.			After The Fight Dad sits alone in the kitchen eating radishes & salt. Mom, perches upon her ottoman, eating cucumber & salt. I am twined around the banister gnawing at the carpet. Dennis duels with standard poodles beside the good china cabinet. Kelly stomps out a baseline to There’s A New Guitar In Town. Chris stacks his beer caps upon our Acetaminophen. The poodles wake up feeling guilty & discombobulated.
		Shortpaid Mail There was a knock at my door. I am down here, I announced to my visitors, inside the mailbox. We shared a slight pause before they asked me if I ever thought about the transition from life into death. Oh where are my manners, I said, won’t you join me for sausage; I linked it myself. The two take this moment to discuss the World of Departed Spirits, & I asked them if they had received any sort of memo or bulletin about a change in postage. It is 51 cents now, I said, did you know that? Boy, is my face stamped red! The gentlemen laughed politely. Their grins skilfully segued into a discussion on the Sons of Perdition. Is it still nice out there, I asked them, it’s awful dark in this mailbox - Say, do children still ride tricycles with rainbow streamers stuck into the handlebars? But suddenly, just when I was about to share my sense-memory anecdote involving breakfast sausage, one of them started to talk about a Kingdom of Glory. Can’t you just smell the maple syrup flavour, I asked, it’s as if those sausages are simply infused with it! That was when those gentlemen looked me right in the stamp & I knew we had just made a connection. See, they used to have rainbow streamers on their tricycles, too. Now, be honest, I asked them, don’t you want to open me?