The Binder and the Piece of Paper: A Dialogue

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The Binder and the Piece of Paper: A Dialogue

I am a binder—
loyal and true.
I keep loose leaf papers
looking like new.

I won’t go in there.
Rings aren’t for me.
I hope I get lost.
I want to be free.

Free papers fly,
then they get tossed.
The depths of a bag
is where you’ll get lost.

I want to be useful,
my words should be read,
but the snap of your teeth
fills me with dread.

I swear it won’t hurt.
Quick! The day’s over soon!
With me you’ll be safe
(at least until June).

 

© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015

5 replies
  1. Tabatha says:

    There’s a lot of truth in this fun poem! (“The depths of a bag/is where you’ll get lost.”) And we all know what happens after June…
    What an adorable photo to go with it! 🙂

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