I have come to tell you I have survived.
I bring you chains of paperclips instead of emeralds.
I bring you lottery tickets instead of poems.
I bring you mucilage instead of love.
I lay my body out before you on the desk.
I spread my hair amid a maze of rubber stamps.
RUSH, SPECIAL DELIVERY, DO NOT BEND.
I am open, will you like me like an envelope?
I am bleeding, will you kiss my paper cuts?