Postcard – Jennifer Patino (Thistle Thoughts)


There is no
or solution
when a ghost
hops time zones

You wrote, “I’m all alone,
but the beauty
of the afterlife
is that everything
is automatic,
and nothing
is problematic

A glossy photo
of a golden shore,
angelic scrawl,
in my head,
your voice,
heavenly southern drawl

were always
your specialty,
and I’m sorry
I can’t reply

“You never said goodbye. “

No return address
for loneliness,
no messenger
to throw
a harpoon through,

only a wind chime,
maybe white noise, a smoke signal
to let me know it’s from you

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