One Sheet Among the Many

I am but a copy, a facsimile of an original

long ago tossed into the recycle bin of history.

I have yellowed and wrinkled with age.

Air, sunlight and moisture are at play as the

cause of my wrinkled and brittle deterioration.

The images imprinted on my surface which in

the beginning identified my reason for being

have faded and become mostly untenable over

time. However, I do believe you can barely make

out the second to the last line. Look carefully,

see the complimentary close near the end—

it says, Sincerely. Mind you, I didn’t always mean

that. Otherwise, the context of my being has

been bleached beyond legibility. Be that as it may,

this is all which remains. Burn or shred this should

you find the time. Another copy has already
been made.

Chris Hanch 7-18-19