I am a sword.
I am a unicorn.
Still sharp after all these years.
In my early days I held receipts and orders and memos and
invoices. I was the keeper
of all until the purge—the demand, printed on every document: Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate.
I was outcast, a destroyer of history and mangler of paper trails. Through no fault of my own, I
became a useless relic.
No one knows my name anymore. I stay sharp for no reason. No point at all.
(photo credit: Julia Park Tracey)
Julia Park Tracey is an award-winning poet, author, blogger and journalist. She was named Poet Laureate for the city of Alameda (CA) in 2014. Julia’s poetry has appeared most recently in Tiferet Journal, Daphne, Postcard Poems, and Yellow Chair Review. Her essays have appeared in Salon, Narratively, Redbook, and more. She is the author of six books. @juliaparktracey F|T|IG