Folding four corners of paper,

fidgeting and making origami

of birds and tigers that never come to life.

The crayons break before they color.

Monotone. Lifeless. Still.

I send you pieces of fractured paper

that cry from the bends and folds.

No more crayons left,

numb from paper cuts,

I send you a paper airplane.

I know it’s a long journey,

how far away is Heaven?

A sad stick figure gazing above, wondering,

will construction paper work?

But it won’t fly, I don’t know why.