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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