The Binder and the Piece of Paper: A Dialogue
I am a binder—
loyal and true.
I keep loose leaf papers
looking like new.
I won’t go in there.
Rings aren’t for me.
I hope I get lost.
I want to be free.
Free papers fly,
then they get tossed.
The depths of a bag
is where you’ll get lost.
I want to be useful,
my words should be read,
but the snap of your teeth
fills me with dread.
I swear it won’t hurt.
Quick! The day’s over soon!
With me you’ll be safe
(at least until June).
© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015