origami

I am meeting
the corners of the square
sheet making
on a diagonal
a valley

now I’m closer
and steps ahead

flat, fat right
triangle and invisible
almost at times so thin
a syllable in epic
the width of string

now valley opening
lips whispering fire

vapor of our under-the-breath
confessions creased into
an ear, a letter penned
in vanishing ink
a page forgetting turning
bright white, light
was beaming beneath it

the edges line up
so imperfectly

it’s a piece of paper
meant for disappearing
acts not writing.