I could not format this poem on the postcard, so I decided to type it in how I wrote it, although looking it over now, I see it could use some (more) editing.
Fig-Mented
She wrote about figs, meaty
fruits resembling lusty
body parts when cut
open. She let them
rot in her drive-
way. She let them
steal her drive
away. She stood there,
she let them, watching
helplessly, writing about how
she could not
touch them. How
she could not
let them touch her, those meaty
fruits resembling lusty
body parts.
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