Postcard

Rachel McKibbens: “write a poem that speaks of what it would rather be.”

This would rather be an orange post-it note
passed under a desk
dotted with orange gum
where everything crumbles
but that’s just the rhythm

This would rather be a letter
scribbled on the side of the road
4:45pm traffic
no fucks given
left on his bed
behind a slammed door

This would rather be a text:
walk three blocks
come here
I’m thinking what you’re thinking

This would rather be a timestamp
on that person you didn’t expect
to hear from on your birthday

This would rather be a postcard saying:
I am uncertain, unproductive, undecorated, and happy.

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