the rising cost of postage

red and white and blue

all the primary colors 

make me think of you

I used to write you love letters

in my head

as I walked from the dreary nine-to-five

that was shoes

and retail

and consumers

and america

whole songs as I crossed the park

I used to write you love letters

electronically

as I paced small quarters

four in the morning filled with

sick ichor and black dread

remember the reason

your plane turned around halfway

over the atlantic

because

there were terrorists

the fuel lines had been sabotaged

by terrorists

I remember almost hearing your voice

in my head

"I love you. I'm frightened.

I love you. I'm scared."

our phone conversation in the morning,

from Paris, you to me,

"They wouldn't even give me a hotel voucher."

I cried because I was so glad

you were safe.

rent and wild and blue

I know america's colors

and what they've done to you