Bank Statements & Pizza Boxes

I have piles of old papers
covered with poems written to
you like this one from my August
2015 electric bill, $46.71.

I’ve written forests for the day we
meet. Grocery receipts are not
immune. And old thank you notes
from the Women’s League even now

profess love for you. I’ll try to
explain by handing you the
receipt from the electrician. And the
torn pizza box lid from Rico’s Pizzeria.

And I’ll show you the I-O-U from
the dog groomer who forgot to
shampoo Willy Bean last October
giving me a free Mocha Latte at Starbucks.

You’ll see.

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