There’s only one place I’ll go, y’know?
I’ve bent my straight edges and straightened the sticky-out bits;
In order to fit.
But I never quite did.
I’m up for upcycling or resale,
Whatever the term is for my retail…
And I’m enabled by a label
That comes with me,
Just to be fair,
It promises that all my pieces are there.
And it’s signed off with a kiss;
But this: I’m not complete, don’t forget.