Don'T Open Letters
If you have the time
There is a letter for you in the den.
I assumed it was from a friend.
Read it now I don't mind.
There taking the old jeep away?
What do you mean it's not old?
It's covered in rust, caked in mold.
It must be my birthday.
There's a letter from you to me?
Why read it in private?
'My mother was a pirate.'
That's it, I'm moving back to Boise.
Two weeks later,
Betsy gets a ring on her phone.
'You fixed the jeep using a dinosaur bone?'
Ugh, she hangs up the cheese grater.
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