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Return to Sender

Today, you sent me a box
full of chocolate and poetry
and beautiful things.

You must have known
your gift was unwanted.
You must have.

You must have known
that I would read your name
and address with dread
and a hint of panic.

That I would tuck the box
beneath the table and try
to ignore it for hours,
until its presence
needled me like a thorn
needing to be plucked out.

You thought you sent
love and affection in a box,
but you sent a reminder
of wounds and worry,
a reminder that
gifts and well-wishes
do not heal bruises.

I would send it back
full of wolves if I could.

This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.
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