"To My Sheep,
Wherever You Are"
I followed advice. Left you alone. Stopped
scanning tree trunks for snagged fleece
till I was so tired I napped under a haystack,
only to open my eyes to that empty,
overgrown meadow. Again.
But I'm happy now. I have a new job
at the library, where all the books are arranged
so they're easy to find. Even then there are no
guarantees, which is why I steal my favorites
and stack them beside my bed. I keep them
safe from the man who likes to read
in the tub, the toddler with the Sharpie markers,
the woman who stands at the circulation desk
telling me she's looked everywhere. Really,
she doesn't know what happened, it's just
gone. (pg 45)
Loved this. So much.
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