I lined up all my collections
down the center line of the highway:
feathers, coins, stamps, shells,
porcelain cats, ticket stubs--
to see how far they’d take me.
I just wanted to be more irresistible.
all the letters that tumbled through
or mail slot told me I wasn’t quite
right. I was what wasn’t.
I'm banking on the fact
that a new year is coming.
it shines like newly-washed fruit.