A Bit Of Myself

I want to leave a bit of myself everywhere I go

A foot-finger-thumb-print somewhere, waiting to be

Dusted up in it’s swirlish geometry.

This sweet shallow voice of yours, reverberates so

It might slide under chipped paint on walls and stick,

So if you leaned in close, you would hear

The soft whisper of my breath on your cheek.

In this way I leave a bit of me in every room,

In this way I leave a trail of odds and ends

Owed to my having taken up this space,

Though for a short time

Paolo Driussi.