She carried a pocket
knife and a smile, a pointless pencil, a pretty white lie
Half of a page from
the King James Bible—reading commandments 6 through 10
She carried guilt,
relief, she carried the Buddha’s zen
A hint of shame, an
ounce of pleasure that she had gain
Hate for love, love
for pain
A crooked smile, a
heart with a frown
A Barble dove, an
inner queen without a crown
A lighter with no
gas, a secret for the pope,
A box of cigarettes
that she uses to cope
A pensive sigh,
passion for notes on a staff
She carried love, The
Alchemist, life and a counterfeit laugh.
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