The Lost

Poem

Things I found:

shoes

a fake Rolex

a dead cat named Treacle, stuffed in a shoe box

two tickets to a Red Sox game

an apology note, never sent

greasepaint for a circus clown

a microphone

a report card, not mine, 3 F’s

a few memories I didn’t want

a few memories I did

leg warmers

a baby blanket, pink

my purpose, maybe