(a postcard poem)
Today’s trip to the post office
is joyless. I must
send our lawyer
copies of documents the government
somehow doesn’t have.
All I did
was stand up
for friends, for self,
even though I only stand up
to pee approximately 6-8
times per day.
And I know,
without even asking,
I will do it again, again, again
until something, permanent, changes.
But at least, at the same time,
I can mail this postcard.
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