A postcard is complete:perfect museum of its perfect world.Even without stamps it finds you.I have learned to drink my tea hot, I write.This island is small as a trap.The postcard gnaws my leg off.
Éireann Lorsung lives in Belgium, where she runs Dickinson House, an intimate residency space for writers and artists, and MIEL, a micropress.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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