I was sitting at my kitchen table,
When a note flew through my open door.
I sat my asparagus green cup to the side,
And pulled myself up and forward.
The paper was about the size of my thumb,
And it was perfect.
It wasn't creased,
It had no lines,
And it was folded into fourths.
A robot couldn't even fold it that good.
I ran my pinky down its smooth edge,
And attempted to pick it up.
But my brain was reluctant,
When a note flew through my open door.
I sat my asparagus green cup to the side,
And pulled myself up and forward.
The paper was about the size of my thumb,
And it was perfect.
It wasn't creased,
It had no lines,
And it was folded into fourths.
A robot couldn't even fold it that good.
I ran my pinky down its smooth edge,
And attempted to pick it up.
But my brain was reluctant,