Stamp

It used to be
when you were lonely
in the way that forests are lonely,
you would lick a stamp
and put that particular bit of loneliness
in a thing like a sailboat made of paper
which was called an envelope
and set that little boat down
on the dark water of the mail
and wait
for someone at the other end,
an editor of loneliness,
to scoff and send it back
with a nail driven in its paper hull
so that it arrived back,
sinking,
ridiculous.