spwm 2k17: first poem, first day, let’s roll! (a couple days later, everything will probably be on fire so)
start with folding from corner to corner,
contort your body if you have to
and hook your fingertips on the finish line
but what if I cannot cross that vast expanse
to line myself up, flush against the edge,
what if I am already torn and furrowed at the seams?
unfold the corners, then fold them towards the middle,
and like puzzle pieces, you make ends meet,
yet, do dollar bills truly lend themselves well
to folding and unfolding
by fingers I cannot even steady?
now, press down the edges, make them crisp,
for only sides that run straight can carry the weight
of heavy hopes and heftier dreams.
but why should I smooth out the curves and bumps
that make these paper dreams not just ours,
but mine, too, to hold, and to remould?