Botched Origami

In a trashcan
In the bathroom
Of a bad part of town
Crumpled beneath
Snot-filled tissues
And broken coffee cups
Are all the notes
I took in that
Class I never finished.

I’m sitting in this cafe
Writing you a poem
On a beer cheese soup-stained
Napkin
That I throw out
With my french fries.

I can risk the carbs
But commitment goes
To my thighs.

Look in the garbage
For my dirty letters
And my tired sketches;
For my botched origami

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One Response to Botched Origami

  1. redgladiola says:

    “I can risk the carbs
    But commitment goes
    To my thighs.”

    This is a great stanza! And I can practically feel the grease in the places you mention.

    Liked by 1 person

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