A Humorous True Account.

Once upon a time,

the same grad school

sent me 

not one,

not two,

but three rejection letters.

I mean, so far.

Two via email,

one crisp paper copy.

All signed by different people.

Luckily,

I'm not upset.

But really.

Pull yourselves together, people.

I get it.

I'm not some clingy girlfriend who won't take a hint.

Communicate with each other.