Postcards to Box 464
by Amanda Laughtland

October 28, 1937

Follow the telephone poles along
the right edge of the photo
until the road veers off

the postcard. This is the road
to our place. Thought you might
like to see where we’re living.

I only wish the photo could
show all this rain. Write to me
when you can. I’ve commenced

to feel awfully lonesome already.


January 18, 1943

Had a dream last night that you
were mad at me for not writing.
Thought I’d better do something about it.
I’m sure glad I came here, happy

as any new bride should be. Perfect
weather every day, and plenty
of Southern hospitality. How about
flying down for a visit? Don’t you miss

me bothering you all the time?

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