Titles

This was supposed to be a poem about the splinter in my foot.

I think I know

The title

Before I have even

Begun.

No.

Poems

Reflections

Chapters

Whole books

In their richness.

Now that I come to it:

Our lives

Defy summation

In anything

Like a title,

Words

In a neat package;

Words that say

Come read the rest;

Words that say

Come hither

A crooked finger

Beckoning;

A door opened just a crack

With light

On the other side.