Postcards

...A universe that includes you

can't be all bad, but

does it? At this distance

you're a mirage, a glossy image

fixed in the posture

of the last time I saw you.

Turn you over, there's the place

for the address. Wish you were

here. Love comes

in waves like the ocean, a sickness which goes on

and on, a hollow cave

in the head, filling & pounding, a kicked ear.

Margaret Atwood