I bought my name fair and square; Bespoke, built from whole cloth. I wrote it again and again, Savoring every J, Skipping every fifth tittle, Until it felt right, Like sitting inside and watching the snow fall Through the window Or finding the perfect way that branches in two trees Line up with each other Or when the windshield wipers move In time with your music. I built myself fair and square With hands raw from coarse identity. I kneaded and pressed and squeezed, Savoring every curve, Skipping every tenth day, Until it all felt right, Like the sweet smell of pine bark Rubbed between fingers Or the whisper of maple leaves Under hurrying paws Or the perfect overlap of new buds Already sticky with sap.
Fair and Square
Publish date: Jul 8, 2018