Dedicated to the Winona Post Office
In ’72, the letter from Rome telling me
I would be expelled from my religious
Vows came the same week as her
Letter saying she wasn’t pregnant but
She was marrying the other guy.
I kept the first and burned the second
Before I wrote her saying she had ruined
My life, which was a lie because I could
Do that all by myself. I needed a stamp and
Luckily decided not to mail it before I got one.
The next week the envelope marked
Selective Service arrived to declare me fit
To die in “Nam or some such policy blunder
And also one from a guy I knew recently
Arrived in Toronto, saying you should visit.
In the old days, it took a while to get
The news and more if they expected a reply.
You could consider your limited options,
Make plans, change your mind a dozen times
Before you ever used one of those stamps.