you craft yourself
from words,
thousands of them
you can't find
pictures to tell
this story.

so maybe you are
the lost girl
the one that wasn't labeled
right, the one who
like white sheets at dawn

or the girl woven
from paragraphs,
curled, frayed strings
of sentences, nothing
more, nothing less.


R_TEST said...

I always love the last para of your poems more than the others. Beautiful.

Beth Kephart said...

what a line, disappeared like white sheets at dawn. so lovely.

Q said...

"nothing more, nothing less"

For some reason, this struck me.

Erin said...

this is lovely.
also. there is nothing at all wrong with being a lost girl.

Inkgirl said...

Erin--never wrong, only misunderstood.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)