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Poem 1 of 30 written during NaPoWriMo
Postcards from my younger self:
one from the college cafe- saved 7 years
in a worn copy of Writing Down the Bones,
a tribute to my
dreams of making art,
writing for joy alone.
Not realizing how broke college would
make me for years to come.
Chipotle business card in the back of a
chipped copy of 1984: three interviews the
year I graduated.
I ended up working for the company
serving Pitt students (my first big break)
after no call backs.
Notes On Hope: a found bookmark:
“She believed she could, so she did”
a trip to the library lighting
a fire to keep chasing the impossible.
My copy of Gothic Charm School housed an
index card of outfit formulas
from my Babybat days, learning the
lifestyle.
I don’t engage the style anymore
the rest is wedged in my heart.
I’m taken by the idea of leaving scraps of paper
in each of the books I love this year.
A clue to who I am right now,
to be found by a future version of me
who is free to remember and assume what
she will choose.
