Title: hiding behind the blinds, i hear the mail arrive

Poem: invisible as grasshoppers fleeing
from dead weed to dead weed

this is what i think of me,
hardly real, barely make-believe 

doorstep heavy, tattered sheet,
quiet as the mailman leaves 

no sign of life, no centerpiece,
hollow as far as i perceive

in this apartment, dry and quiet,
cracking boards and silent smiling,

your letter crinkled, faded, smeared 
the ink is faint, light through tears 

what is movement, but the past,
when all is wrinkled, torn, and ash

how could you send me a letter?
a flower? a whole farm in an envelope?

SethWilson Isaac Gray is a white poet who resides in Colorado Springs. He has been published in Swimming With Elephant Publications anthologies, as well as Leviathan Magazine at Colorado College. He graduated Phi Betta Kappa, Magna Cum Laude, with a BA in English and an emphasis in Creative Writing Poetry from Colorado College in 2019. He likes to hot tub and drink with his friends, and has recent obsession with Settlers of Catan.

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