send me a postcard
I tell her when she gets to mexico.
bring me back
something, anything,
maybe a wide sombrero.
anything. tell me
that you love me.
that
you can't wait to get home
to squeeze me, to hug me.
you haven't even left
yet
and I miss you.
be good, behave, don't
drink the water, fly safe.
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