letterbox rivals

we jumpstart our hearts

and resuscitate ourselves

mouth to mouth

with accordian sonatas

then race to jam junk

into already overwhelmed

apartments deliver

deaf messages

to foreign ministers who play

by courier paper wars

with gloves on fire

cross country snails we leave

trails

for clever clouds that follow

our bare and rapid

feet sniff moss

extract our history

with teabag tampons

some strings attached

we wish we were balloons

to rise in anthems instead

we squeak our melody

erratic on a podium

with laurels crowned