printed and bound

oh, it's a struggle, it's a fight
to make it all fit exactly right
to make sure all the ends are tied tight
to make it what i want
whatever that might be.

i found it sitting on a shelf
i found it underneath a paperweight
i used to have to many names for you
that's just how you got lost.

i saw you dancing like a sparkle [flash of ?] in my dreams
that's how i recognized you.
leaves of paper, printed words
who has the energy for that?
who made you, little one?

i've been skipping stones
skimming my own bones
looking for some meat to write a few tiny poems about

maybe someday i'll make a song
figure out how to get along
without falling apart

letters printed all over the place
taking up space
floating along where my dreams ought to be
what happened to me?
i'm still fluttering, floating around
waiting to be
printed and bound.