I love writing letters. I rarely have the time to write as many as I want, but I feel so happy when I am able to put together an envelope (always stuffed as full as I can manage) and write an address with a quill and close the envelope with my wax seal.

I realize this is pretty old fashioned and definitely not a common college student thing, but I honestly think it should be. Then again, maybe I’m the odd one out, collecting old things and turning could-be-tedious experiences into poetry.

Inkstained images painted on my skin-
I am full of pictures I have written you.
I am a stack of unsent envelopes and,
I should write to you, too,
and you,
I should never
have set my quill down.

My index finger is calloused
from holding a lighter against wax,
pretending to be somewhere I am not,
somewhere,
where wax seals are common and
people always write back.

Always one more letter and
there are so many people
I have yet to admire. Thank you
feels so much more real
in handwritten scrawls on stationary
from my sister.

I write my sister poems, when I remember,
she writes me poems
in Spanish. I collect them
in a gift bag stuffed under my desk.
It is almost full enough to spill out,
I am almost full enough
to keep writing.

Do you write letters? Do you want to? Or am I a crazy poet locked in my own world spending time on inexplicable hobbies? Let me know in the comments!