i am folding every inch of my
origami heart over the other until it is
compact and
can fit in a spot that only i will ever know about.
i will iron out every wrinkle and seam until
it is pristine and
you'd think it was brand new and that's
exactly the look i'm going for
(put together,
like a puzzle with no jagged gaps inside but
i'm so sparse i look like all
the missing pieces).
i am pumping liquid mercury through my veins hoping it will just
shut down everything
(subtly, on the off-chance they'd predict my demise and
say something before i'd get the chance to interrupt them).
but nothing ever dies it just
stops
moving.
and how could paper d