Poems on Recycled Paper

you’re so prolific
sometimes i worry
one day you will run-
out of words.
or the world of paper.
and
the thought of you-
wordless
erases all of mine.

so,
i’ll teach you to recycle
paper. and
i’m working on a new language
so you’ll never have to repeat
yourself…
again.

you’ll hand me a poem
on recycled paper
the old words incarcerated
between the fibres
and the new
patterning the surface…
but we wont yet understand.

and you’ll wonder how
i can love what
you have written,
twice.
and i’ll swear i
can feel the pulpy
beat of recycled
heart
needing me.

(and then i’ll start you a new dictionary)