Written on a Napkin, 4/10/13

I'm sitting with you as you figure
out your life on brown paper napkins.
We use these as notepaper,
as tiny disposable canvases, as
sculpting materials and, balled up,
as weapons.
Are the plans we make and
the pictures we draw of the
same importance as the grease
and ketchup we wipe from our lips?
You blow your nose on the same
napkin that held your grand plans
and I wonder how much any of
the things we put on these
thin paper rectangles can matter.