I may be illegible, but not untangible
13.12.11
if you turned me upside down and
shook me until my secrets spilled,
you might find:
- a piece of string;
- a pen with its cap gone;
- paperclips, some coins;
- a button that's been missing
from a shirt I haven't worn since autumn.
And maybe, maybe if you shook me hard enough, bits of paper would flutter to your feet. And if you're fast enough to catch them, before the wind took them to the sky, you'd find a poem or two I might have written for you.