Nihilism for the Poems in our Hands
By: Caitlyn Klinepeter-Persing
Some things are written just to burn.
Some to drown in laundry machines
Or oceans, or too many other pages.
Some written to be crushed
By heavier books, in the bottoms of bags.
Some to age in darkness,
In cardboard, in the bellies of mice
And some things are lucky:
Written to be held gently,
Yellowed by the sun
And by the brightness of eyes.
Written to have their spines split
And their skin inked over.
Written to be passed
From hand to willing hand
Until decay claims them
For his own; written
Just to crumble.