• Kali Szczypta

Paper Airplane

Updated: Nov 1


Carving the memories of you into poetry.

Yellow paper

with blue lines.

Chicken scratch handwriting.

Big wet blobs

where tears hit like a rainstorm,

crashing against the letters.

Uncrossing the t’s,

smudging the i’s.

Shaking hands crease the poem;

fold it carefully.

Paper airplane.

Hoping the thought of you would vanish,

carried away by the wind.


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