Sunday, July 15, 2012

The Others Who Tell


Tell me my story.
My fears,
The prose of the dreamy,
And my outbursts.

Turn your dusty cover,
And show your pages.
Tell me my story like the others;
The others who tell their writers’ stories.

Crisp pages with a girl’s handwriting.
Brown with age, you still know my story.
You were new, and I was young and wrote things.
I said what people like me told to ones like you: “Dear Diary …”


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