Paper

I find it next to my heart;
a crumpled piece of paper.

It twitches in the wind as I pass by
but never blows away.
I pick it up one day
and it's like I pull a plug
underwater.

First a small pop, then gravity
and I see boundless empty space
where the paper sat.  I want
to read the words on the page
but something tells me, no.

Put it back, it says, write about
what you think it should say.

Reviews

[Emily B]

a perfect poem