by Marlee J., 17
i don’t know why
i saved them
to simply sit
gathering dust
in a yellow binder.
if i really wanted
to remember
they’re all there
on the crack-screen computer
safe in a file
i refuse to touch.
i’m not sure why
i didn’t throw them out
erase any reminders
of a me that was
but never again
will be.
but perhaps
it is nice
to be able to touch them
a paper-cut reminder
that i still exist
gathering dust.
Salt Lake City, Utah
Bridge Ink 