keep your eye out for a package: last night I woke in a sweat, wiped my face with towel shocked as the image of my face materialized upon it, still haven't looked in the mirror what if my face has been wiped away on impulse took the towel wrapped and mailed it to you, but I realize now that I was in such a state that I don't know if I even addressed it-- perhaps my face has been lost in the mail to linger undeliverably with the live pythons, tarantulas, birds still living in a Milwaukee post office that flew out when their package was opened, 14-carat gold dentures, bearskins, major league pitcher Pedro Borbon's stolen World Series ring, x-rays, loaded guns, bees, funeral urns, chickens, sets of tires, a Chagall painting stolen from the Jewish Museum, karaoke machines, and the box of cocoons, accidentally left open by a file clerk and exposed to the light for a few minutes, that left a post office in 1892 enswarmed with butterflies next