wednesday

there was something in the envelope she passed him

that weighed more to him than paper and some ink

it had a hint of something darker and a hint of something sweet

and a little extra glue right on the tip

there was something in the pain that shot right through him

as he climbed up to the place he called his home

they say every man's house should be his palace

but his castle stank of cat shit and alone

so he opened it and found a faded picture

of a girl he's never met

but somehow seen

like a memory of a dream from early childhood

like a virgin's idea of release

she said i can bend my arms until they're backward