Paper Fans

Life, and all those big things,
is accordian folded
we used to make paper fans in church
and everyone who wants to read its script,
topples sideways looking.
Each other,
and all those big things,
are accordian folded
we used to sell paper fans for a quarter
and everyone who wants to meet,
tangles waffley on the floor.
Reality and un,
and all those so big things,
we used to crack up over those fans in the front pew
and everyone who wants to fold their own,
gets their fingers mashed and confused
braiding flesh and story
waffling life and you and me
toppling their tangles sideways
reading it.

dec 30, 08