i hold up the gun at the man
the man puts his hands up
i cock the gun
he flinches
i see his face close up
sweat
the screen shines bright
i am in it
as it is in me
the film on my television
brings me out of me
and into a
new place.
YOU ARE READING
I AM MADE OF PAPER: A Collection of Poetry
PoesíaI am made of paper. You rip me into pieces And throw me away. No one wants to put me back together. I am made of p a p e r.
