"unstapled" poems
Growing up
She loved staplers
They kept things together
Nothing was ever lost
Then one day
Mommy & Daddy
Became unstapled
Now she favors scissors
They cut things apart
So many things lost
Starting with her
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
I have always been
absentminded
and semi-organized,
a mistress of the incessant
and cluttered,
a keeper of legends
and a maker of myths
I scrawl my lists
on the back of bill-stuffed envelopes,
chuck pill sleeves and prescriptions
into the china drawer,
systematically rotate
unstapled papers
so I know the order of stories
There are impressions
on my chopping block
from the times I've abused vegetables
while pretending to sever
the heads' of my enemies
or cut their carrot fingers
clean in half
I do my thinking in the bath,
lay flat in the womb of water
and watch my ideas
get ****** down the drain
It's insane to save
'the good ones'
for rainy days;
if there's anything I've learned,
it's that those who make
blanket statements
have nothing else to say.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC