postmark

‘1 euro very cheap!’
the dreadlocked male
in the

knocked down stall
points
at a bundle of

old letters
‘you collect stamps?’
a blind date

question-
I hate those
No

they’re for my mother
I picked two
DDR era letters

they were written
by the same person
looks like a girl’s

writing light
green on the paper its
edges

exhausted brown
from its fight
with reality

luckily
I don’t speak
German so it could be

anything–
a love letter
that outlasted love

ich liebe dich
(in faded pink)
sounds familiar

maybe it was
the last one
maybe somewhere

was it’s not
you it’s me
maybe I’m just

reading myself
into it maybe
they were just friends

maybe one was
a spy
which would be ironic

either way
they’d never had known
that their story

would be sold to
an idiot
for a euro