tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18084177.post6475144756157112048..comments2022-03-24T19:07:44.745-05:00Comments on Ravenswood Used Books: Jim Mallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06528189549521792659noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18084177.post-8212207684759923012009-04-10T18:48:00.000-05:002009-04-10T18:48:00.000-05:00Misplaced I fear I have misplaced myselff...Misplaced <BR/> <BR/><BR/>I fear I have misplaced myself<BR/>for good this time. The She I was <BR/>has not been found curled sleeping at her mother’s <BR/>feet, nor stuck inside the white-brick schoolhouse where <BR/>I’d guessed we might have parted ways. I retraced <BR/>rutted paths and couldn’t find<BR/>my self of breadcrumbs dropped between<BR/>the years. When last I caught a foolish melancholy<BR/>crinkled near the corner of an eye<BR/>it wasn’t here in mine. I checked at each time crossroads, <BR/>and may have been found once<BR/>(or many summer onces)<BR/>at my small sister’s shoulder, mired in the sticky street<BR/>where crushed and sour, mulberry blood splashed up<BR/>our heels like bruises. But I am nowhere fast—<BR/>“to lose oneself” a warning after all and not advice<BR/>for girls who think they’re young, or pretend sometimes to be.<BR/>It’s more a matter now of finding<BR/>not where I was but why I’ve been delayed<BR/>and with whom I have stopped along the way. <BR/><BR/> <BR/> --Hope Rehak<BR/>(Janis' friend from the wedding drive)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com