Yellow Envelope by Ben Mitchell

yellow envelope

a black mailbox holds 
a single, yellow 
envelope – numbers and letters 
from the lawyers and stuff.
in the meeting, I growl – feral, cornered
no disrespect. none 
taken. afterward, in my room, 
I sob, not holding back. 
this left arm stings when I reach left,
like sun fading over a burning meadow.
the body returns to soil
o ben, take heart.
not too much longer now.