10th February 2019

sparrows
flashing past rain-streaked windows
Lu's filthy Mercedes

© Rachel Green 2019

I tried to care
but you wanted nothing more.
I became your Hitler
your Marie Antoinette
your Ann Frank,
collecting the hateful cards
you sent every day.
Honestly, after the the third
I stopped opening them
(they were probably a crime)
and just collected them all
in a large brown envelope
and when they stopped
(was  it a month? six weeks? a quarter?)
sent them all back to you
unopened
with just a single note:
"Here's your mail art project
fuck you."


© Rachel Green 2019