Into the box
\nI throw pages
\nof desiccated ink.
\nThe beginning
\nof abandoned poems.
\nFootsteps
\nfading on the stairs.
\nTracks that disappear
\nin thin air.<\/p>\n
I forget why
\nI collect them.
\nFragments of life?
\nFor what use?
\nI still have life
\nto spend.
\nI don\u2019t need crumbs
\nfrom the last meal.
\nBills showing
\nthe cost of living,
\nburying people,
\nmy shattered heart.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I should start over.
\nReturn all the words I know
\nto the sea.
\nCall out in the order
\nthat I learned them,
\nand listen
\nto what it makes of them
\nin the waves.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Into the box I throw pages of desiccated ink. The beginning of abandoned poems. Footsteps fading on the stairs. Tracks that disappear in thin air.…<\/p>\n