black art

i cannot tear you like this.
cannot fold you like this, like this, like this.
this is origami for the selfish.

i want to make a fish.
out of a creased wish.
it will soak
and drown in water.
it will not pass muster.
this is origami for the selfish.

i want to make a crane.
out of my humble gains.
it will row proudly
towards the burning sun
but remember icarus
and the tale of his sad sad glue
this is origami for those who knew.

you, my white paper
i want to tarnish you with these words, this ink.
i want to fold you uneven,
then run my fingers along your creases.
i want to run with my scissors,
and snip your edges.