You’d think he’d be more
reliable, but he’s always late,
never with what you asked for
and always an excuse. Forget
about when it’s raining, you won’t
see him for days; he’s far too
busy tending to his own express parcels,
sorting through his own first-class letters.
Everything he is given, he retains; he knows
how to disappear through transaction,
becoming less himself and more the message
he carries; he keeps to himself
things we’d rather see
in another’s hands.
On the Son of a Postal Worker
Nolan Meditz currently lives in Weatherford, OK, where he teaches writing at Southwestern Oklahoma State University. His poems have appeared in Plainsongs, In Parentheses, Red Earth Review, and elsewhere. He holds an MFA from Hofstra University and a Ph.D. from the University of Louisiana at Lafayette. He is the current co-editor of Westview and the poetry editor of The Mythic Circle