Gone Postal

I Close My Eyes

by David Ignatow

I close my eyes like a good little boy at night in bed,
as I was told to do by my mother when she lived,
and before bed I brush my teeth and slip on my pajamas,
as I was told, and look forward to tomorrow.

I do all things required of me to make me a citizen of sterling worth.
I keep a job and come home each evening for dinner. I arrive at the
same time on the same train to give my family a sense of order.

I obey traffic signals. I am cordial to strangers, I answer my
mail promptly. I keep a balanced checking account. Why can’t I
live forever?

2 thoughts on “Gone Postal

  1. lol…I used that phrase in an email to someone in another country which shall remain nameless in this comment:-) and they didn’t know what it meant to “go postal”. Love the capture. It’s amazing how different post offices can be from one town to the next.

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