Posted in Creations, Lessons Learned

Wherein My Books Remind Me Why I Asked for My Books Back

I knew it wouldn’t be over
not all over
until all things were returned
to their places,
and as I waited for you

I always waited for you

to give back the books I lent you
and concocted schemes in the shower to get them
back on their shelves,
to regain, to reclaim, every part of me that belonged
however temporarily
to you

under the spray of 8 a.m. water, the epiphany,
the summary, the symbol:
it ends as it began, as it ever was;
the books yet another offering
you accepted
but would not give back

 

7.11.2013

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Author:

I've been doing some form of creative writing since 9th grade, and have been a blogger since 2003. Like most bloggers, I've quit blogging multiple times. But the words always come back, asking to be written down, and they pester me if I don't. So here we are. Thanks for reading.

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