Excerpt from Myself A Paperclip
Self-Portrait as Paperclip
Bent out of joint
in order to hold everything together.
Won’t snap, won’t
dissolve in an acid bath.
But needs to be re-engineered, designed
for the shape of the new
manuscript it clutches, attached like an infant’s latch
to a firm, nourishing nipple.
Rebent, refined, redefined as a notch
maker, page marker, object in place
of a memory.
As nothing you’d ever find
bundled in bulk at Costco.
Striking the pen cap against the printed page
you have to look again —
this trinket, so ready to be unfastened.
Excerpted from Myself A Paperclip. Copyright © 2021 by Triny Finlay