Evening walk to check my mail
I sat among simpletons in the comment section
Haughty sordid words heavy weary flesh
Retracting letters tapping delete
I Pause
I am dumb
Close my eyes
Clutch phone dead black
Gravel crunches under my shoes
Smell-the paper
Ink washed away
Written prayers on useless checks
Folded into paper fans
My unacceptance
Falls into the rain
Everywhere still flows a small creek
Where minnows cross over flooded path
On their sides
Silver looking up at the sky
No longer able to sleep at night
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