Stationary

They told me that stationery would become my life

But for the first time in years I am moving forward

I will buy rubbers and rulers

But not to keep myself straight and ordered

My highlighters will not gloss over my past

I no longer need a compass to find my way home

I discovered a scar on my face

But couldn’t tell if it was from Chickenpox

Or if I’d cut myself shaving this morning