Postal

My empty mailbox was so empty this evening. Not even an advertisement for a gym I already belong to. Not even mail for the previous tenant who’s been gone for three years. Not even a flyer from Dominoes. Nothing. Not like my mailbox has never been empty before. But tonight it looks almost like it’s been washed and wiped out. I would have gone back down to take a picture, but today was too tiring. My own anger has wiped me out. Maybe I was projecting on the mailbox.