My words are like
Paper airplanes
They’re only perfect
before
in that blank, white space
I line up the edges so
so carefully
I don’t know why
they go a bit skewiff
The nose is bent
one wing lop-sided
The perfect design
gives way to my
individual quirks
My words are like
paper airplanes
they skim through air
swerve like broken puppets
and go careening into walls
lie crumpled on the floor
So I begin
again