packet about the size of a guinea pig

I'm dying, itching, on the edge of my teeth, fanging, over eager, excited, yearning, needing to
yell "I love you"
so loud that it travels over my retaining wall,
up the road,
through the lights and the park,
climbs over your fences,
bounces on your trampoline
and like a catapult,
flies into your open window;
landing with a soft thud in your lap.