Lending Books is a Risky Business

By Lisa Montagne

I once had a book

By Alice Walker

With bent

Corners

And a Coffee stain

On its cover.

 

It contained the seeds

Of my Womanhood.

 

I also once desired

A certain clever boy

With hair like a seal’s back,

And a neck I wanted to

Sink my teeth into

Deep.

 

One night,

I took him the book

As an offering.

 

Then,

He took me.

 

I never saw

The boy or my book

Again.

 

Twenty Years

And I still

Miss that book.

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