Alphabet Soup Minuscule

J.C. Scheff

The Back of Paper Napkins 


It came to a head last nite. 

Like a boil on the chest.
And all that infection,
All that stink finally came out.
You pointed it at me,
And shot it out
Over and over.
Picking every bit of me apart.
And here I sit,
All my questions still written on the back of paper napkins.
And today, I will burn them.
I will burn them,
As I breathe in the smoke of release. 
I will love every part of me.
All those parts that you couldnt cause they were faulty 
And I will smile.
I will laugh.
I will dance.
And love.
Because I am the river that breaks down the rocks.

Not the rock.

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5 thoughts on “The Back of Paper Napkins 

  1. Because I am the river that breaks down the rocks.

    Not the rock.

    That is the best line you’ve ever written. I’m jealous! But I’m sorry for what inspired it.

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