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{postcards} emily stueven Send me postcards. Leave me to go there and then send some. Scrawl the cliché, if it’s not on the fronts, “wish you were here.” A town in four squares, all the attractions of a darn small town. See those four attractions and buy a postcard at the last one’s gift shop. On a bench, quickly, or in a motel room, write to me. “Wish you were here” and then some X’s an O’s. Send a pretty postcard of a wildflower, a state flower, or a girl at a rodeo. Send a funny postcard of a dog and a slumped cowboy on a horse. “Cowboy Taxi Service.” You’ll leave me in the morning. I’m not invited to go. Send me some postcards that have been near the sea. That have been in your hands. |
