Cold Typewriters

A writer's solemn return

Although maybe I was

Never a real writer so

Please do not

Tell me my poems

Don't make sense

I know that

I know they're

Hardly poems

Hardly words at all

And maybe

The paper might

Swallow them whole

One day

Because they are not

Strong enough to stay

Afloat or stay alive

Or do anything at all

Especially exist

Especially mean something

Especially make sense

Because when I write

They are broken

And I don't think

They've learned to put

Themselves back together

But I believe in them

In their words

So maybe

You should too