by Melissa McGeary
I saved a scrap of paper that you wrote my name on,
probably to remind yourself that I exist
& i weep at your perfect handwriting
each curve and loop a fingerprint of thought
I have saved them all, the scraps and post-its
hoping to create something out of nothing
a canvas of mundane moments, a portal
to an untested universe where we exist in gray pencil lead
this ink-stained affair that exists only in the margins,
every crinkle a memory that forgot to happen.
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Melissa McGeary is a librarian from NJ.
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