Laura Van Prooyen


What bounces back sticks like a bone in the throat.
I don’t accept

that my Delivery to the following recipient
failed permanently.

Perhaps it was absurd to write as a subject: I miss you
and in the body: today.

See, your old message glows: Girl,
you done good. And tonight,

when I went looking for an answer, your voice—
a blinking vertical line.