SSTWORD

like yesterdays newspaper
riding the breeze.
floating, crashing into the concrete,
drifting under car tires
falling in puddles
losing print
meanings
torn to clean
dog shit off stilettos
I've been born to
scribbled notes on my back
a phone number for a roomate
written across my header
into another puddle i go
dried by the sun
tattered my pages lie
now shoved against a brick wall
rains fall against me
from the broke eavesdrop above
weeds flourish
through many holes
perforations
(and the crack in the wall)