sjsprWriting

I want to write in the spaces between the lines of a novel, so that my words can
               
 p     us  h  

 around    and    

make  s pa ce      for  themselves,

but still be surrounded by the great words of past authors before me.

I want to write all over a child's heart
and in the squiggly lines of their brain,
so that I may remain fond in their hearts
and constant in their lives.

I want to write in the wrinkles between my eyebrows
(from furring them together too much), or
   in                                       mouth,
        the                        my 
   up-                        of
-ward curve

or in the creases and folds of my bedsheets,
so that I may write down the adventures that shall take place there.

I

see myself in the smile of a person,

and in the twinkle of their eye.

I see

myself in the bookshelves of posh, yet not-well-known/obscure bookstores, my head shot giving a knowing smile to the people passing me by. And on the top of coffee tables in someone's living room, or left forgotten on the chair of a cozy café.

And maybe, just maybe, I see myself held, cherished in someones arms, clasped and wedged between arm and chest, being clutched onto lovingly.