It’s
the beginning of a poem I never finished.
The
poem is about a girl I used to know.
On Friday afternoons there were dances in the gym.
Jamie
danced barefoot, by herself.
“I
dance like a jewel in the melting.”
That
was under her picture in the yearbook.
Jamie moved to the Northwest after high school.
She
met a man who had a cabin in the woods.
They
argued over something.
Jamie
left without her shoes.
She
was a girl I used to know.
It
was a poem I never finished.
In
the gym the floor was cold.
She
was alone except for the earth.