Postcard from the Valley I Thought Was Your Face

by Albert Abonado

I do not kill fleas because I am always a mountain to them. What is
the closest you have been to a wilderness? I once pet a sparrow and
kissed the top of its head, and I am convinced that has never happened
before. If I was small enough, I would visit your body often, I
would know things about your body that you are not aware of. You
should pay me for this. This will be important information for the
future. I would tell you where the clouds affect visibility, or how the
moon looks as it passes over your shoulder.