Dear New Voices Are Strongly Encouraged To Submit Press,

Thank you for including my poem in your latest Rejection issue. You always ask me to

customize my goods but never admit you only buy lamps recharged by fame. In this locked room

I spool the threads of my mind, I have spent all my years breaking pens just for your letters to

singe my spirit. When mentors call me a portraiture of Shakespeare, & followers feast on my

words like poultry picking grains, I comb the market for the binoculars made for men unable to

see what others see in others because my submissions board flights to your Triangle & my

resubmissions make sacrifices that never appease. If I say journazines like you are blind to

precious stones, I’ve orphaned myself in my mother’s wishes. I know this poem is water

disgorged onto rock but my hands have wilted from mining myself and casting my minerals into

ingots you never seek. I need a break from this suffocation, so I have unlocked my door &

unsealed my roof & unblinded my wall apertures & relieved my jalousies of blackout curtains.

You can take my banner when I flag the world down.

Sincerely, 

Your Dumpsite.