Girls in the Bookstore

I’ll be the first to admit
you could make a case for anything

I watched a movie
that many people hated
because they didn’t realize it was
an invitation to make their own version of it
so I made mine

it lives, like a prairie, in the pages
of the notebook I lost

one night, I remember, someone
picked it up, my home, fingers clawing it open
and crowing through its page-like halls

I watched them
when they put it down I walked over and picked
it up and walked out of the bookstore
without a word

too ashamed of what I’d written about
God and hope
and my desire to be a better person

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