There’s this Counting Crows
Song that says I am
Folded, and unfolding, and
Unfolding. It had been


My sisters favorite song.
She would make me
Listen to it with
Her on the way


To school. And I
Had hated it so
Much then. But, the
Other day it played


On the radio on
My way to school.
And I really get
What he says. I

Get folded into this

T H I N G
I’m supposed to
Be, and I don’t
Fit. I am not


Being folded right and
I don’t fit the

M O L D
I don’t fit in
the drawer I’m being
s
h
o
v
e
d
into

So
I
just






U









N







F



O



L










D



Until I am nothing
But string.
Useless
Limp
String.
Pull me out from inside
I am ready I am ready I am ready
I am ready I am ready I am ready
I am ready I am ready I am ready
i
am