Taken with an IPhone 6s

 I had fallen in love with far too many postage stamps. When you appeared on my doorstep wearing nothing but a postcard promise, no, appear is the wrong word - is there a word for sucker punching someone in the heart? Is there a word for when you're sitting at the bottom of a roller coaster and you realize the coming. That you know what the climb means, that you can already feel the flip in your stomach from the full before you've moved, is there a word for that? There should be.  

You can only fit so many words in a postcard, only so many in a phone call, only so many into space before you forget that sometimes words are used for things other than filling emptiness; is it hard to build a body out of words, I have tried - we have both tried. 

Instead of laying your head against my chest, I tell you about the boy who lives downstairs from me, who stays up all night long practicing his drum set; the neighbors have complained, they have a busy day tomorrow, but he keeps on thumbing through the night convinced, i think, that practice makes perfect. 

Instead of holding my hand, you tell me about the sandwich you made for lunch today, how the pickles fit so perfectly between the lettuce - practice does not make perfect, practice makes permanent; repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer to Carnegie Hall, even i know that; repeat the same mistakes over and over and you don't get any closer - you never get any closer.

Is there a word for the moment you win tug of war? When the weight gives and all the extra rope comes tumbling towards you and even though you've won, you still wind up with muddy knees ans scratches on your hands, is there a word for that? I wish there was, I would have said it when we were finally alone on your couch, neither one of us with anything to say.

Still now, I send letters into space hoping that the mail man somewhere will track you down and recognize you from my poems, that he will place the stack of them in your hands and tell you, " There's a girl who still writes about you, she doesn't know how not to."

- Sarah Kay "Postcards"