Dead Letters

She sends me postcards
from far away places
the kind you find in shops
where tourists scratch their kitsch
the kind we used to talk about
owning some day

The first was from
The World's End
and she left it blank
like that was all there was to say
like five years
could so easily disappear

The second was remarkable
only in that she managed
to write: Hi
on the other side
of a mountain
deemed impossible to climb

There was a third
and a fourth
of the ocean and the sky
with the sort of blue that feels
like it will stretch out
somewhere past infinity

This last was of a tree
completely unremarkable
save the fact
a photographer deemed otherwise
save the way
it clung so strongly to the earth

She sends me postcards
from far away places
the kind you find in shops
where history goes to die
the kind we tried to curate
till the future found us out