Contour
maybe i am meant to be
a collection of little things:
collage of calligraphy lyrics
and pencil portraits dipping
into gutters. maybe i am
not meant to be big things:
rain-cluttered kisses and
vases shattering, scattering
across the floor to step on.
i think i am the fine print:
moments when dreams
seem real, blinking and
accidental winking, the little
gap between lips while breathing
slowly in and out. i am many
little branches, blossoms
lost in all the lines.