The Lost Postcard from Charlotte's Web
by Deborah Jiang Stein
You left your key at the cottage this weekend after we napped one last time before you marched off into the mountains for your vision quest only I never slept and instead counted the flutter of your eyelids while I rested my head on the rise and fall of your chest and remembered nothing lasts forever. Not even a pet spider in protective custody in Fern's barn.
You meant for me to find the key, right?
I've left it under the rain spout in back of the cottage. I'm patient, I'll wait. Never know what's around the corner, what hides in the jagged bend.