I burrowed

I burrowed-like a root-between days

Between the seasons, I've hidden

I’m in the pause, I’m in the afterwards

I’m the blank page

I've climbed inside your glass of brandy

I’m the black speck on the side

I am nearly nothingness

And yet you feel me

Maybe more so the ice cube you left in the glass

Or the wrapper from your straw

Or the eyelash that couldn't hold on

A bottle cap you thought was a coin in the dark

I’m too thin

I haven’t got enuff nuffness

When I was tiny, mommy wouldn't even hold my hand

It was too clammy

And I’m too clammy

I’m not polished enough

I climb inside jars to hide

Because mommy makes me nervous

 I’m the ash clinging to your cigarette

The road off the road on your map

The smoothed away wrinkle in a dress

So much the frame and not the picture

  

I hid behind the register

And stole four pennies

I hid behind the dryer

And ate all the marshmallows from the lucky charms

 I’m barely an acorn or a dried leaf

I’m barely a fizzle in a soda

I could almost be a ball of lint

If I came from sweaters, not sin

I’m just below the surface

I’m the yellow stain

I’m further than tomorrow

I’m yesterdays