her hands were working
bending folding
sitting in her room
father sleeping
mother talking
house was full of gloom
as she would fold
the paper over
making tiny worlds
wrapped again and
folded over
elephants and gauzy birds –
moved out when
she met a boy
made her heart beat quicker
year went by
and all had changed
the weak’ning flame to flicker
she gave him
everything she had
he gave her the cold shoulder
the hours
she’d spent with him
folded over
folded over