Sending off poems

I am getting poems ready to mail off tomorrow when I go to work, and I just can’t imagine any world in which the editors won’t boredly open my envelop and glance at my first poem and then gasp and read every word and yell “stop the presses” as they pick up the phone to call me and offer me great amounts of money if I will only let them publish my fabulous work.

Of course, tomorrow when I go to campus I’ll already be back in the time-to-check-mail-for-my-rejections mode, but I love that sending poems out feeling, before it feels futile.