On Having an Intimate Relationship with my Paper Shredder
my Jabberwock
cold, black, hollow inside
I named it, it only seemed right
so much time spent together
whiiirrr vvrap vvrap whiiirrr
the refuse of my daily life
neatly and viciously handled
food for the otherwise silent
whiiirrr whiiirrr vvrap vvrap
one sheet, two sheet, plastic card
I’ve been pre-approved
enough to cover the national debt
released from cardboard confinement
its reward for steel teeth
my bubble wrap desire
to shred the world
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You had me a Jabberwock. Great piece.
LOL Thank you.
Literal “shredding” here as well as metaphorical.
Yup. I’ve been having too much fun with it. Another two bags gone today! ha
Great title. Fun poem, but also deep. I read your bio. I just moved to Berea (actually Bighill, which is 5 miles out.) I was so happy to see a “local.”
Oh, that’s wonderful! Nice to see a local as well. There’s a possibility (they just asked me) that I might be leading the July meeting for the Berea Writers Circle at the library and I plan to do something fun. Drop me a note if you’d be interested in meeting up for coffee and Native Bagel sometime. Welcome to Berea! We love it here, been here three years. – Ria