Notes on Scrap Paper
BY SHELLY BRYANT I OCTOBER 23, 2009

A note jotted down
     a line, a number,
     a name, an address
Paper flooded front
     and back, tattooed
     in varied colors of ink
Small bits of white skin showing

Spaces too small
     for my scribblings
     my random thoughts
Like the spaces
     in which I live and move 
     and wonder what to be
Not quite big enough 

Rooms with walls too close
     echo of my scream's
     echo bouncing about
In spaces too tight
     for sound to spread
     a voice, so much noise
So little ever said 

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