Every Girl Should Have a Poem Written for Her (12)


COLT 301
Cut from the sun
Enduring the rain
I was made for words
Born for the pages
To be running ink
An accumulation of—
And I refuse that rain
To sway me in the least.
I am a feathered boa
I am lush sweet fabric
Stockings and boots
And hair golden like the fields
Ready under harvest’s sun.
I am constructed of thoughts
Strange pondering of the people
Passing through the halls
I am another things altogether
A wistful wish-maker’s dream
The memories of a woman alone
The memories of a thousand streets
And you shall know me
As carefully
As all these gathered words
In all these hundreds of books.


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