Ode to the Back of Someone Else’s Poem

Thank God for the scrap paper
The unused, the left over,
the last piece of popcorn at the end
covered in butter,
the sweetest moment wanting
to be taken, placed, made
to have a purpose.

The teeming text waiting
to be flipped, exposed,
a negative untouched, begging
for light, contrast and words,
to be made more than a blank
page wasting its sweetness
on the trashcan.