rejectionI keep the walls of my cheap
apartment blank as their birth, except
one wall in the back of the office where
I spend nights slaving over cover letters,
proof reading and
licking the glue from envelopes.
It is where I keep my rejection letters.
It is behind me now, light
from the open window slowly
fades black type on letters carefully
pinned to the wall.
Thank you for you most recent rejection,
I now have enough letters to cover
the wall entirely
and perhaps things will start looking up for me.