Postcard #61
Postmarked Providence, RI / United States · August 3, 2026
Sometimes when I feel like I’m slipping, I drive around and visit all the houses I’ve lived in, and all the places I used to be. I smile at the ghosts of the younger versions of me, knowing how much more of the world they’re going to see. I’ve come too far to stop now. This is good luck. Love, Anon. PS you’re a star!
Notes from the reader
“w” at the end of now is darker than the rest of the letters in the poem.
Submitted by Heather