IX.
This is a postcard poem
that was purposefully
misaddressed so I can tell
you, instead of him, just
how much I miss you
because it's been far too
long already and I'd
still cross the world by
foot for you - for him.
X.
This is a postcard poem
in memory of the Lamp
Guy who goes from dorm
room to dorm room to
steal lightbulbs that
have gone bad, to replace
them with good bulbs
so that all the students
can study - thanks, man.
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