Tape teeth, paper skin Cold cup, window breathing in Pencil taps, the pieces fit Three a.m. and none of this is finished yet I draw a hinge beside a wing Circle both and join the string Fold the corner, mark the grain Every answer makes another shape The coffee's cold, I don't care I pin the next thought to the chair One clean line becomes a frame I say it once and see the whole thing change No sleep, no pause The table knows what this is for First light, come in I've got enough to test the wind Morning, meet me at the edge of everything Twenty paper engines and a headwind rushing in The early bird burns its wings I call the heat a second wind Set it down, start it up I can test them all at once Blue tape bridges red to green Four new arrows crowd the seam Write it sideways, use the wall If I lose one, I can name them all Open window, louder street Loose notes shiver at my feet Morning spills across the grain Every bright idea asks me for my hands again Morning, meet me at the edge of everything Twenty paper engines and a headwind rushing in The early bird burns its wings I call the heat a second wind Set it down, start it up I can test them all at once The tape snaps back The window goes white Every page starts talking At exactly the same time Hold still No, this one first My fingers miss the pencil The pencil hits the floor The little metal ruler Rings louder than before Morning, wait for me I had the edge of everything The early bird burns its wings One more thing One more thing I can still—
