Postcard verso, page left:
Dear Emily,
Here’s a letter to you they
can’t erase. They can’t cut
words out of it. Burn it.
Censor it. They do that to
girls like us.
But I know you. You’re just
like me. All I can think is,
how dare they call you dark,
reclusive, morbid? You’re raw +
real. You know what’s up. And now
they’ll never erase your love.
I’ll make sure of that.
Postcard verso, page right:
Abby,
Julia”
Emily Dickinson
“I need her – I must have
her, oh, give her to me!”