DayBook/NightBook I
3/22/07
Fading
What belongs to me now?
Not this mind
and
Not this nose,
Not this pencil
or
Even my toes.
Everything between,
Everything unseen
No longer
Belongs to me
But some distant,
Fading memory
Of everyone
I used to be.
Philadelphia - 2/07
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