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Written on a postcard of Alex's childhood home in Annandale, Virginia:


There is too much
of you
for comfort.


Where a stamp could be affixed by a father's anger:
Walking away
January 29, 2009
So abandon you he did.

Written on a box car train postcard featuring a sleeping bag, tinned beans and the blur of a passing landscape:


There's not enough
of the good kind of you
for comfort.


Where a stamp could be affixed by a mother's tears:
On the way from here to somewhere
January 29, 2009
Would going into the wild help?

Written on a postcard of the Denali National Park expanse:


Sometimes you are the easiest
path towards understanding.


Where the stamp should go it says:
Prague
January 29, 2009
Sometimes you leave us unprepared to perish.

Written on an upside down postcard of The Magic Bus:


I don't remember
which way is up!


Where the stamp should go but it's in the lower left hand corner instead of upper right:
Somewhere
January 29, 2009
Trying to watch the bubbles and they make no sense.

Written on a postcard of a Dakota wheat field, rolling hills in the distance and a lightning storm far off:


You keep us warm.
You leave us cold.


Where a stamp could go:
Prague
January 29, 2009
You do not feed.

Written on a postcard of a Mexican canyon with a washed up kayak:


You can be
the most honest
and beautiful
form of truth.

 

 

Where a stamp could go but there is sand instead:
Somewhere south of Los Angeles
January 27, 2009

Written on a postcard of the hot springs outside San Diego where Alex learned how to carve leather:

 

 

You are so hard to come by.


Where a stamp would be etched into calfskin:

On the way
January 29 2009
Yes, indeed. You are.

Written on a postcard of Alex's footsteps in the snow leading out into the Alaskan wild:


There are no answers
In your grim silence.


Where a stamp could go but it is buried by freshly fallen snowflakes:
Somewhere else
January 29, 2009
But still, your siren song is a sweet one.

Written on a postcard of your red hat above the rushing gorge of water you couldn't cross:


Freedom is only real
when shared.


Where the stamp could go but there is only death:
Alaska
Jan 29, 2009
I wish you had figured this out before it was too late for salvation.