I have several poems
I cannot bear to share with anyone
but I cannot bear to delete.

A couple are too dark or personal
to be anyone’s business.

One is part of a series,
but too redundant and uninteresting
to add anything new to the series.

They’re all testaments to my work,
which is why they are so far saved,

but I can’t quite see a purpose

to let anyone know about their existence
– to read them aloud
or put them up anywhere
or write them down in a book
or anything.

They exist solely as files
in this temporary state
where they can easily disappear
a mere step away from deletion.

This is not the state I want for these pieces
yet I have no place better.

Sucks to be them.