cut, fold, smooth

when you feel yourself crumpling

and your small body collapses in

when you fold into a crooked crane

and your sharp edges peek through

i’ll be there with paper mache hands

delicate lace fingers

taking all your paper cuts

the paper prints double sided

i’ve seen the love letters

you, running your scarred fingers

over my own rough creases

yes, because i love you

and you love me