corners

Half lips
joined in sing-song poetry.
Sliced faces, laughing,
mouthing half-songs, running
till the half-page stops
Hands, hold me tight.
wrap me in you, in a half-half frame
don't let go, tear me in two
and keep me in your shirt pocket
Stitched together, snug and safe
overlapping plots,
mixtures of froth and steam
rising out of a half-full cup.
Smiles need no assistance
from you, Stitch-Assist.