I gave away a poem a few days ago.  I had written it out on a small piece of paper intending on keeping it in my purse forever, reading it, pulling it out, etc.  Instead I put it in an envelope and sent it away.  It was already in my memory and it wasn’t about to leave any time soon.

There are about 14 other poems that were going to be written out and bound in a little book and hoarded and treasured forever.  But now I think I will swallow them, memorize them, and slowly give them away.