Then, for the first time really,
My aunt has nothing more to say on the
subject.
I had a long walk home. A line a mile long.
Something is always far away.
Friday afternoon a messenger came up
from the darkness of the movie house.
Socrates
said you can know the unknown
because you remember it. He was in a
dangerous mood.
I was hardly awake. I took out a clean dish
towel.
For a while there, I thought I was the only
person in the world.
A 'found' poem, with lines taken from SE Hinton, The Outsiders; Paul Zindel, Harry and Hortense at Hormone High; Rebecca Solnit, Field Guide to Getting Lost.
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