Postmarked Desperation Poem by Kaitlin Van Zile

i plucked that envelop from the mailbox today.
i’d left it in the back and purposefully ignored it.
i hate opening envelopes.
paper cut after paper cut.
blood on that notebook paper.
more than before, anyway.

i tossed your love letter into the fire,
charred edges and smoke curling up to the sky,
watched it curl into itself until it disappeared,

if only it was actually that easy
to make you go away.
if only it was that easy
to make you stay away.