Discretion

Discretion,

two dollars in the mail, already sealed.
If two dollars are already mailed,
 what's the chance of a three dollar bill?

I folded them neatly in a pill box,
folded them shut, neatly piling them face to face,
 identical twins frozen in a kiss.

The pill box rattled in the box sent in.
I wonder if the rattling upset my stomach,
why this identical rattle, why this pill box dislodged

from the cardboard that somehow molded itself
into the contours of the pill box.
My rumblings smoothed out as I smoothed out the label.