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You Sent Me

brown postcards from camp

Mar 30, 2022

brown postcards from camp
with rainbow stickers for stamps.
You requested mirrors and a stopwatch,
for tracking your face, your time.

Smiles in swimsuits, choreographed
council meetings, make a motion,
call the question.

Everyone should live in a cabin at least once,
an open room full of shifting
and scratching in the night. No light —

it could be a New Hampshire forest
or a Paris youth hostel.
Maybe you’ll meet someone half-crazed

searching a roadless Sahara. Embrace
the lake water. The goosebumps
on your body form — an air of protection.

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