I'M WRITING TO YOU

I'm writing this to you. Yes, you. A Hallmark card or a bill overdue. I'm writing to you because I care about your life or to order Tupperware. I sign my name. See here, right here. Either out of love or fear. I've dated it on cream-colored stock that I bought especially with you in mind or that I got from the office and didn't get caught. I'm writing this to you. Yes, you. Yesterday I phoned. Tomorrow I'll email. But today a stamp I found by the lamp gives me an excuse to walk a block, get some exercise, and fling this thing in a blue metal box. Now thousands of people should work all night to bring you my message. The King of Norway never had it so good.