Items

He was a boy
made out of newspaper
with his feelings on his sleeve
he was fragile
and when it rained
the ink would blur
and he was unreadable
he worried people would see
how easily crumpled he was
when he walked places
and every stare created a fold
that even when unfolded
left a mark, that could not be fixed.
The headlines of his heart
were old news now
and his words are last weeks issue.

She was made of glass
of course, she was easily breakable
but she swore next time
she would cause damage.
She was fiercely defensive,
an eloquent feminist.
Maybe that makes her strong minded
but she hoped nobody noticed her
staring enviously for hours on end
at the Church's stained glass window.
She had read online how
if you burn glass it will melt
and you can remold it.
To think her mother thought the lighters
were because she had a secret nicotine addiction.