Michelle Margolis

Snail Mail 

	(for M.J.)

I should give it a try.
     Getting chummy at warp speed
more than not
     guarantees
I’ll be disliked a lot sooner.

Which isn’t bad
     considering the time.
So little is needed.
     There are just so many illustrated grins,
acronyms.

Still, in a matter of minutes
     I get something back.
Something like adoration.
     An audience.
Worth.

     And too the incestuous sense
we’re all separated at birth –
     which is, of course,
absurd.
     I was alone in the beginning,

a jaybird.
     I remember arriving hungry
and somehow
     somewhere
in some way, I was fed.

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Michelle Margolis lives in California.