In the important post office
We open Box 718 which is a drawer like the morgue,
People are either smiling or mad because of Xmas
There’s another birthday card for Sofia from Julius and Julia,
A Penny Saver, a bank statement and a bill from Weleda,
No letters, checks or invitations change the world
Lewis closes the mail drawer and drops his glasses,
One of the lenses flies out, he throws up his hands
–Bernadette Mayer, Midwinter Day, Part III