When I was 14 there were
a few small pieces of paper
that were everything and
it was phone numbers mostly
and one of them had those ideas
for that film I’d like to make
and then a list of singles
that I would try to download
as time allowed
through one of three peer-
to-peer file sharing networks
(fingers crossed they were clean)
and now it’s almost a decade
and almost the same amount of paper
but instead of folded neatly in
a corner of my wallet or wedged
in the back of a spiral notebook,
they’re all tucked away in Washington
and Goodness willing they’ll
stay that way and Goodness willing
this time next decade they’ll still
mean
something