Lending Books is a Risky Business

By Lisa Montagne

I once had a book

By Alice Walker

With bent


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



One night,

I took him the book

As an offering.



He took me.


I never saw

The boy or my book



Twenty Years

And I still

Miss that book.