5 postcards from nowhere:postcard 1:somewhere between here andthere i realised: good things don'thappen because of 52. they happenbecause we let them.postcard 2:and baby i'm afraid of a lot of things.like the way your fingers read my skin likebraille in the dark. and i may not have any more secrets left that way.postcard 3:but you still like to explore every corner ofmy spine.postcard 4:i have a drawer full of foxgloves and a sandpit of forget-me-nots. ilove your stretching tree-branch arms.postcard 5:you are magic, you are magic, i say. and i amlost in the ocean of your eyes.