On the envelope and over his name,
the worker of the USPS had written RTS UNK.
I wasn’t sure if it meant “return-to-sender, unknown” or
“real-time strategy, uncle,” but I knew that it was BS and
a case of Locked Doors/Lost Keys.
He’s not dead, I read, a week ago, and the other letters had reached the facility.
People say that Mr. Kaczynski has been corroded beyond use,
but that’s BS, too:
his theories were supported by the clinical field studies of
John J. Schwab (M.D., University of Louisville) and
Mary E. Schwab (M.D., Massachusetts Mental Health Center,)
and their reality in 1978 became the reality of us Finns in 2008.
Mr. Kaczynski should be re-evaluated:
it’s the same as unlocking yesterday to save our future.
I wrote another letter, and the USPS didn’t return it.
Paula Puolakka (1982) is a Beat poet, writer, and MA (History of Science and Ideas.)