my junk mail is lonely & un-openned.

i am sure a small creature was to blame
for your lost letter. do you know
they can ship anything these days?
i ordered ice cream online & it arrived 
in a box with dry ice. the ice unspooled 
a single thread of smoke into the living room.
i could ship myself in the right sized box
though it would be dark & terrifying.
the smell of cardboard. wiggling my toes
to keep them from falling asleep. 
sometimes, i search for tea cup dogs online
& all of them say they will ship the dog to you
for only like 100$ which means it's probably 
a scam. it costs more to ship a casket of books.
but here are these images 
of tiny tiny dogs. shrinking dogs.
i picture a dog in an envelop. you sending me
a dog the size of a magic bean. 
planting the bean in the yard
to grow a puppy tree. soft little animals
ripe as peaches each june. forgive me
for all my imagining. my mail box
used to have a little flag & not it's just
a little grey box. there is surely 
a pigeon reading your letter or perhaps 
an even more minute culprit 
like a centipede--they moved across the ground
like em-dashes. they pour over your letter
& all the secrets you told me 
that i never recieved. i think of your letter
slipping between the light clouds today.
all the streams of my junk mail
following to old apartments. crinkled envelops.
the junk mail moving from mailbox 
to trash can. in some of these places 
a resident might ask, "who on earth 
even was this?" me it was me.
the mail of a someone named "pearl"
used to arrive at my house on grant avenue 
& i would try to feel the envelopes 
for what was inside. sometimes the words
had enough weight that i could know them.
these were hand-written letters. 
i never openned them, just saved each
in a pile by the door. pearl never came.
it comforts me to think someone else
might be doing this with my mail.
maybe they save even my junk mail.
i hope they are bold & they open you letter.
know my secrets now. i guess it also possible
you never wrote to. i check the mail box each day
for your letter. today, 
a moth flies out with a cackle.
i ask the moth if it has seen 
a letter & the moth flurries away.
maybe yes, maybe no. 
i save a piece of junk mail.