Postage Due

My body is an envelope
holding me in
making me thin
I'm addressed and licked
only waiting to be posted
or delivered

Hold me close
Fold me into your pocket
Regret your submission,
but I'm here until you decide
to send me off

My body is an envelope
encasing my brain
and the familiar refrain
that you've been humming
like the bubble that you're gumming
I could snap
and be revealed that
what is concealed
is really nothing