my post-its trail across my room
littering nos wants maybes
i cannot expose myself so well
and yet i do
these sporadic late night bursts
of pen paper thought and the free
association
thinking that i will not hold
within the walls of my
head
they cannot be contained and
so they spread
criss crossing my space

(i used to find them trapping
like paper chains--
but now
they help me breathe)