Note Passing

I don't want to be known for writing
Thick, dusty volumes:
The kind of books that instill
You with an undeserved sense
Of power
Just by laying hands to them.

I would rather be known
By the name of one poem
[My own title- author,
Forgotten and hushed]
Be it that that poem:
Short, simple, raw
Speak truth to a single soul.

Perhaps it will never be published
But simply passed around-
My loopy handwriting on a scrap of
Lined paper
Like a secret note passed in class.

I think I should rather
Like that.