The Postman

Pablo Neruda was a “postman”. He delivered destiny and dreams.
He was activated
Civil
He could write at night, like me.

Don’t look for me in the mail.
None of y’all, ever.
You’ve chopped my soul and had it for dinner.

I swim in your guts.
I long for you to puke.

This is my destiny.
This is my dreams.

It’s certified.