The Package

I want to be a package,
A package that you track
Online when you’re home alone,
All laid back.

You’ve got your money on me,
I’ve got my eye on you
And we’ve made our beds,
Said our prayers too.

But I’m your fucking package,
And I’m on my way to you.
So if I get lost,
You know what to do.

Call Fed-Ex,
Tell them to ship me first class.
I’m still a little fragile,
But I’m not made of glass.

Here’s two cents
For my absence;
I’m still your package.
It’s not Christmas but you’ll still love my presence.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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