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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2010 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2010.08.14.03.30.21272]] |
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I found her this morning pressed neatly between pages 41 and 42 in one of the books you gave me Or maybe it was one we found together on the sidewalk And I wonder if it's bad that I can't remember Nonetheless, there she was was looking quietly out from the pages during my morning commute A pretty blonde standing against the stairs slender, straight And I imagined her tall Not smiling but not unpleasant either Just a wisdom, a knowing And I wonder when and if you knew her and if she gave you this book that you gave me Or maybe she belongs to someone else altogether But there she was Not smiling back at me at 6 o'clock in the morning and I couldn't blame her And I wonder if the owner misses the photograph and why especially it was slipped between 41 and 42 I read and reread searching for the importance in the lines I lifted her from the pages to examine closer 11-01-06 tells me only one part of the story printed matter of factly on the back November 1st My least favorite day And there it was I study her face She's not as pretty as I thought at first glance Or maybe the date or the thought of her being with you somehow ruined the beauty But she is slender and blonde And I can't help imagining her taller though there's little way to tell I think of the dancers you had and think she looks very much that type And suddenly I notice I'm just a bit dizzy I unknowingly sucked myself in trying to compete with ghosts for someone who isn't there But I feel the weight in my body double And I wonder about my lesser stature and sooty hair and my fleshy thighs I tucked away the photo but all day she's in my mind If and when you knew her and how life made you mine |