Postcards by Sarah Kay

Still now, I send letters into space,
hoping that some mailman somewhere
will track you down and recognize you
from the descriptions in my poems;

he will place the stack of them in your hands
and tell you, There is a girl who still writes you
She doesn’t know how not to

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