Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"
[ID: black serif font on white background, 18 short verses in 6 stanzas, reading:
When you left I walked / into the ocean. Not to / drown but to be held
by something / reluctant / to let go. Don't
make this bigger / than it is, which is big / enough to swallow
whales / and civilizations. / I joined
the blue, I was blue. / And when I looked / down, I shattered
and reformed / so many times, you know, I couldn't catch / a clear look at myself.
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