There was no message,
just a photo of his face in the mailbox.
It was delivered in a plain envelope, so
I guessed he had brought it himself.
Stuck to the fridge with a bumblebee magnet,
I lived with it, dry eyed,
for several weeks before
I thought to check the back and saw:
“$25,000 in unmarked bills. Tomorrow. Corner of
Sunset and Hope.”
And I thought to myself:
“this must be that time in my life when everything
goes wrong. For instance, I don’t even know
what unmarked bills are.”