I can’t tell you
how often.
You in the grocery store
embarrassing
everyone with
the lettuce.
Elsewhere, food
in the file folders.
It’s not supposed to
be there, get it?
Another time you
were rolling down a hill
like a blueberry
rolling toward
me, a bear who will
eat anything
this time of year
but wants
just you. Then
you are not you but
the plum of a pebble
that I skipped
into the lake
and found somehow
night after night.
from Our AndromedaFind it in the library
Copyright © 2012 Brenda Shaughnessy
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