Alienate (Sequel to I, the Mailbox)

A wooden casing

with a wrecked window

wails in front of the house

Two one one,

is the number

in intricate inscription

with black paint

the sun may have shone on its forehead

last summer when the daughter's

stipend application

gave birth to an answer,

its womb weaned in willow

since then, waits for

her blue inked letter

or a congratulatory message

to an invitation accepted,

she ached for alienation

just like the old mail box

whose name no one remembers

since the e-mail fluttered to fame.

First published in the Best of Poetry 2012 by C.E Lukather.