A Duck Foot in My Mailbox
I introduced my college roommate
to the guy I grew up with.
They hit it off and we’d all write
back and forth to each other.
Once there was a small envelope
within the larger envelope
addressed to C., meaning me,
but Eileen though it was addressed to Ei.
So she opened it, promptly screamed,
threw it down the hallway
and fell on the floor in shock.
It was a duck’s foot.
I wrote back requesting,
no more animal parts, please.
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