Damaged Bookmark
A torn bookmark
lays abandoned
in the blank pages
of a journal swollen
with verse and vision,
invisible ink smearing
each page with frantic
black blocks, love letters
to no one, perfume
wafting onto your fingers
as you uncover my voice;
memoirs laced
with pain and laughter
that no one remembers
and anyone
can no longer hear
This poem is about:
Me