Dispose
after reading
me.
No need to re-read
after memorizing
my lines.
I am linear,
even in my curvatures.
I have curves
deep in the grave grace
of my depths.
Think of me departed;
not in plastic but in the flesh,
biodegradable
skin, tattooed on a head in the know.
Understanding me is a non-toxic affair,
shifting with sifted meanings; with inklings
not fixed in the softness of gold.
My value to you is paid
in attention.
(Now read the poem from last line to first before disposing of it!)
