Postcard From Internment

Postcard from Internment

Everything you’re about to read is unquestionably true.

You won’t believe in ghost stories after this,

because everyone is alive.

Some don’t have soles on their shoes.

I’ve been told it’s to keep their feet cold in this hot climate.

Thank goodness

my children were separated

for processing into another room. Finally,

I have a break.

My arm hurts

with how much I miss them,

but I know they’re being taken care of.

I’m doing extremely well.

The still water runs all night.

It’s salty,

but I’ve grown to like the tapping.

The floor’s worn down,

but I get lots of exercise.

The bed’s more comfortable

now that my neighbor is gone.

They said he was let out

of his cell

and taken

to a better place.

There are so many of us waiting,

to be flown to a country we’ve never seen.

We’re all very excited!

They’re saying it’s time for lights out.

I’m scared

of ending

this postcard,

and not saying

how much I love

America.

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