the mailman hums outside for just too long

I recall the raised flag and open door

and the taste of bandage on my thumb

the sharp black bars bit me

and I quieted the fractal hum

that sits on your sill for half a year

it lures your shin to the table drawer

(who tied the twine to your foyer door?)

it hums in my dream with bundled twigs

of your kissing lips and hanging feet

the short fixed fear hit me

for to go and fight or just retreat

I recall the raised flag and humming door

the foreign flees before I lace my shoes