like paper

try to exhibit
the same representation
in front of
and behind one's back
where we don't cross out
with our pens
and don't spitball
from our tongues

loose leaf
like our friends
but with all the lines
in between
scribble across the margin
all the hopes
and the dreams
encrypt them in doodles and
ink blots
of our illegible handwriting
crumple what is sensible
and rewrite unmentionables!

on a new page
we can say it is a new chapter
in our lives
but if we were wise
we'd admit ourselves
a piece of nature
taken from the forest