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.