Even getting to Q
would be more
than she imagined. More than

she could taste
when she licks
stamps for those envelopes

filled with naïve
dreams. Some evaporate
for good without a trace. Others

come true
for a while before turning
into nightmares. And some

hold other positions
in the alphabet
she can’t make out yet.

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