I AM A PIECE OF PAPER
written by: Anahit Arustamyan
The ink will never walk out of me.
I know this.
I am its piece of paper, blue or green.
I am an emerald spring or a rainy autumn with brown leaves.
I melt in a summer's heat.
I float in a winter's silver mist.
My worn out slippers don't leave my feet.
I can climb up the mountains only in my dreams.
I am a piece of paper for my dripping ink.
My worn out slippers won't last or will.
I am a piece of paper for my inkpot's quill.
Patience is stubborn in its helplessness.
I can find a bench to sit.
The bench doesn't have wheels.
The bench doesn't have wings.
O, no, it has both in my blue ink.