Published in school publication, "The Argo"
"Chimney, Books, Scraps, Unexpected"
By Talia Goodman
Came into the world,
These words that I found scribbled in a note and long forgotten,
With such purpose and intention...
Or so I assume.
Four nouns;
A fragment of a thing.
A note to myself from some altered state of mind.
So vigorously my ink must have sprung from some long since misplaced pen;
Ready to fullfill its singular purpose.
This ink born in a factory and jerked into my tender thoughtful hand;
Burning with desire to become a thing:
A thought screaming with meaning purged from black nothingness.
So sad, then, that I've forgotten what I'd been meaning to convey.
Lost in translation.
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