Monday, July 31, 2017

paper ash

In the rush to tear me open,
you get a papercut--and your blood
stains me. 
Page after page of useless information 
I am pouring into paper
folding in half
in your hands. 
To be held, once more
Crumbled again
You'll read right through me,
not stopping until you're finished. 
Through with me, you threw me
Lit a match, lit a joint 
and now I'm smoking,
you're smoking 
Paper ash everywhere
I've settled
falling into your creases,
the laugh lines, the collarbone shelf. 
The many different times you look 
back and it was almost. 
I'm that dust lingering 

in all your closed spaces. 

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