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Letters
You found poetry in postmarks. You tore
these finite ink circles from their homebound
envelopes
to be stuffed into filing cabinet drawers in
rigid, faultless, alphabetical order.
I liked the magnetic letters that could create
their own town
and would still make sense upside down or under
the rattling fridge. These could be i and !, u and
n
at the same time, as well as holding up envelopes,
unopened.
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