Postcard 1

Front of the card. Names blocked out for privacy

They tell me,

All Bay Area men do

Is take you to a view

And lie…

But… yet…

I still went, to search

For the stars he promised

In every word he muddied

With the vines that ran through

His blood

They creeped through his fingers

Often enough

I could never speak a word.

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