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Sheila Packa

No Mail Today


I got the mail. There was nothing except an envelope
from you. No letter. An empty sleeve, skin of an orange,
no pulp or juice. It was like when I looked in a telescope
at the moon. All distance and dust, lit up. A cold singe.


Decided to write back and send you a single eyelash
with no tears or transmission of desire, a broken wire
with no return address. My parenthesis, sly mustache,
a stick figure without the figure. I would add a fire


if I could. Considered ash. Considered other underhand
signals that would stop this correspondence and render
you harmless -- thought of symbol fonts, an angry ampersand --
then decided you might mistake it for something tender.


I took out my phone, tried to be snide and photogenic.
Made a selfie without myself. Signed it, pomegranate.




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Sheila Packa has four books of poems, The Mother Tongue, Echo & Lightning, Cloud Birds and Night Train Red Dust. She was the poet laureate of Duluth, 2010-2012. Recently, the Helsinki composer Olli Kortekangas used four of her poems to create a cantata, “Migrations,” that was premiered by the Minnesota Orchestra in February 2016.

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