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The Mail Has Been Delayed

I know the shape of your affection
when it’s woven in rows of lavender wool.
You said, “I love you.”
I said, “Check your email.”
I know the shape of your affection
when it’s animal crackers in a paper bowl.
You said, “Can you do this?”
I said, “For you? Yes.”
I know the shape of your affection
when it’s the last hug, tight enough to bend bone.
You said, “I’ll miss you.”
I said, “I know.”
I sent you all of my affection
folded in paper and tied with a bow.
I said, “I’m sorry.”
I said, “I miss you.”
I said, “I love you.”
You said, “

Fenn MacDonald
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Fenn MacDonald is a poet, fiction writer, and editor currently haunting the Pacific Northwest. They enjoy long walks in the woods, quality time with cats, and wistful dreams of the sea.