September 23, 2021

Home, Snail-Mail Me

Home, snail-mail me my ghost in card-backed brownPaper, with your name scrawled on the back. FrownAt termite-tunnels and spider-spun webs,Pry me loose from their sands as time’s tide ebbs;              Home, snail-mail me my ghost. Send me old pain, sepia-soaked, to crownThe numbness of exile. These blank walls drownAll my forced mirth. Send our old laughter’s dregs,With […]

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