The Me in Medium

Posted: December 20, 1994 in Poetry
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Lost like your keys:
I don’t know how I got here,
Or if I told you
How I got here,
Would you believe?
Looking for my suitable pocket,
Reading the classified ads:
“Secret Garden going bad —
Must have proper key to lock it”.

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