My Squeeze

A thin sliver of a box,
Barely enough space
To hang a pair of socks
Or draw a long face.

A tiny little split
That’s higher than it’s wide
Unless, of course, you pick it up
And lay it on its side.

You might use it as a marker
You could put it your book.
If they decide to publish mine
Then that will be a fluke.

If you think that it is silly
I will take you at your word,
For even I who wrote it
Find it quite absurd.

But do not mock too loudly,
Not you, nor anyone,
For even squeezing words in
Can be a lot of fun.

Wendy Scott