You’ll grow up with different stamps

My tongue is getting ready
to turn grey and tell you
all about the days
we used to lick small squares
with a woman’s head on
to send paper to people we love.
Boring, you’ll say.
You’re right, I’ll think,
before blabbering about duty.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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