Scrap

A torn shred of paper
with your number on
I let it fall, into the bin

Pulling hair and scratching
skin I fight but know
I will not win

Toss aside the rusted
iron the bed-end post
the shattered spoiler

Delete the words
that I have written
start over, from the top

Stick with glue the glossy
pictures from magazines
a book of memories

Applique and sew a quilted
cover to snuggle under
from fabrics we once wore