I could’ve sworn I thought I was something…
until you cut me down to a smaller size,
stuffed me in your pocket,
said we’d go for a ride.
it took me by surprise how much smaller i was getting,
as i melted in your pocket and you kept traveling, slowly forgetting.
i laid there in a puddle, absorbing in the fabric.
i don’t think you ever looked inside, never checked what happened.
now i’m stuck between the grooves of whatever this pocket is made of. slightly made it to your skin, as the whole of me did break up. i watch you as you slide me off and throw me in the wash. good thing i made it to your skin in small parts.
as i seep down the layers of your flesh and make it to your blood, i rapidly move throughout your body as your bloodstream would.
and before i make it to your heart, i scream, “is that where i must go?” i hit and as it reverberates i hear your voice go, “oh!”