Stapled

Hello, staple on the ground. Why so bent out of shape? Had a rough day? Woke up too soon? You frown as though you’ve fallen from some important document. Did it reject you forthrightly? Or did you do something to displease it? Or were you put here on purpose as a prank from a paperclip? Do they think you are unable to hold your own weight? Do you feel wasted? Is it that you want a quiet place at the corner of a page? I can see that you’ve fallen from high places, but regardless of where, there is a paper in your spot on the floor at my feet-- it is blank and dispensed nearly carelessly but it yearns, most of all, to be stapled.