Aluminum Foil
Pressed over time repeatedly
squeezed under pressure by
mechanisms that could be known
but why bother? All you need to know
is that I come out thin, fragile looking,
as close to translucent as a real thing
can be but you can trust me
as a covering, you can trust me
to adapt, you can trust me
to fold into myself and become strong
in the fire and even if I burn
it won’t last long,
I don’t have the capacity
to hold on to that heat.
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Love this, Arwen! I copied it for a relative of mine who used to work in an office of Reynolds Wrap. He would cringe every time someone said tin foil and then correct us!
An nice tribute to a life long friend.. wow! I really like that the Aluminum foil is the voice of the poem which makes it very engaging!
This is very fun to read without the title (which I first did), and then look up at the title. I was even thinking it could be a very ill person:
as close to translucent as a real thing
a persona poem from the perspective of aluminum foil is such a surprise in the first place, and then you take it to even more wonderful places! “I don’t have the capacity / to hold onto that heat” is a fantastic closing