Tape

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Tape

A strange chameleon
sits on my desk
staring at me
with its giant eye,
its transparent skin
camouflaged against the clutter,
against any terrain.
It sits, waiting
for something to come along
and then the rigid reptile
does nothing.
Doesn’t blink.
Doesn’t budge.
I have to pull its sticky tongue
to get it to unfurl.
I snap the end
across its small sharp teeth
and fix it
to our prey.
It’s a strange chameleon
that sits and stares
and never eats
and doesn’t care.

 

© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015

Permission Slip

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Permission Slip

If I forget
and leave it
in my desk
where it gets smooshed
by my spelling book
and pushed
to the back
in a crumpled ball
I can’t see
when someone tells me
to look
and I never remember
to take it home
will I still
have to go?

 

My little guy is on a school trip. I miss him. I think he would have done this, if he’d thought it would have worked. My oldest would have done this too, when he was younger. Field trips can be scary. You have no idea what it’s going to be like when you get there. I guess that’s one reason you have to go.

© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015

Paper Clip

 

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Paper Clip

What creature died and left behind this silver spiral of bone?
What insect is this with lopsided wings that fold inside each other?
What climbing vine grows and twines in this limping oblong curve?
Who can resist the finger appeal of this twisted bit of wire?

 

I’m sure someone with more tech savvy could have done a better job with this, but I had to rely on my old friends scissors and glue. Scissors wants a poem too.

Liz

Hidden

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Hidden

Under
the pencils
and papers
and markers
and scissors
and notebooks
and workbooks
and rulers
and erasers
and glue sticks
and paperclips
lies a single
silver-foiled
egg.

© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015

Glue

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Glue

I glued my fingers.
I glued my nose.
I glued my desk.
I glued my clothes.

I glued my glasses.
I glued my hair.
I glued my pants
to the seat of my chair.

But even with
a bottle of glue,
I can’t fix a heart
that’s torn in two.

 

My husband just said you’re not going to write about school supplies all month are you? I guess at some point I might need to open the bottom drawer of my desk (duh, duh, duh, DUH!). Amy VanDerwater says she keeps jelly beans in her desk. Maybe I’ll write about those.

Happy Saturday,

Liz

© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015