Birds shed feathers,
I shed words that
fall on paper.

Torn crumbled pages
full of words
yet to be connected.

Words falling about
and around me,
challenging me to reshape,

make sense of the order
in which they appear
on paper.

Scrambled words,
clinging to 8 x 10 inch sheets
Waiting for me to find a place,

an order in which
they may craft
complete sentences,

giving shape
and form
to my thoughts.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.