Friday, January 21, 2011


I have had
The secret thought
That maybe
A fork would want
To be a spoon.
I’ve never told
Anybody about this
Thought especially
Not you
Because these things
Wind up in your
And maybe it would
Make me seem more insecure
To you
Or myself.
Sometimes I look at myself
Upside down in spoons
And then I
Stab things with my fork
And I wonder if
Maybe a fork wanted to be less
To me spoons seem to be
Dainty and rather delicate
For the silverware world.
Forks always stab
Knives always cut
But spoons just
Scoop harmlessly.
Maybe the silverware world
Is like the human world
And I am just a spoon.

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