From the Archives: “Postmark” by Christopher Barnes

On second-class stamps
Paper-castle margins flake
And midmost the queen’s
A fossil-punch blueprint.
Swash your tongue in slaver,
Dribble on sticky gum,
Thrust a stop-at-nothing thumbprint,
Squash that haughty nose.
I’m due a letter.

Originally published Winter 2009.

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