By Shadygirl fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 21 January 2000

'Return To Sender'

I run the edge of this envelope
Left unopened
(although I can feel what's inside is torn to shreds)
across the sensitive skin of my wrists
silently praying for
paper cuts
hoping my blood is still red
and mobile
and I try to ignore
the blotchy, big, smeared
STAMP
On my invitation that brought it
Back to my hands
From yours.

(I was so sure I had the address right.)