When Margo leaves the paper town,
it is not an act of rebellion.
When she leaves behind a
Walt Whitman poetry collection,
wounds highlighted in blue,
she is not trying to be mysterious.Maybe she wants to be found.
Maybe she doesn't.
Maybe she is just too much
of a good girl,
limbs folded uncomfortably
to be invisible in an enveloped
cul-de-sac.Maybe she is tired of all the old stories
peeling off from the walls.
Maybe she is tired of the old book smell, the small crinkle of
doggy-eared pages.Maybe she just wants to be
bioluminescent.~ c.w