If there is a special Hell for writers, it would be the forced contemplation of their own works. -John Dos Passos

Friday, February 23

The Postcards

Wishing you were here.

she still sends postcards
a procession of colors
and places i will never see
from a lover long gone.

Wishing I was there.
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