cut, fold, smooth
Location
74601
United States
See map: Google Maps
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
This poem is about:
Our world