Stolen
There is a part of me in everyone.
The song I showed mom in the car on the way to school
The striped shirt I bought my brother in a thrift store we never went back to
The poems I read them on the roof of a small blue house
I want them back
I want back the shirts she stole from my closet
The song I sang at their wedding
The dreamcatchers I bought for her birthday
Give me back the sweatshirt I gave unworthily to someone I thought was a friend
The pullover I handed him in a parking lot two weeks before Christmas
The turtleneck taken without asking from the bottom door of my dresser
I want it all back
You've got these pieces of me
And I've got nothing left of me to call my own
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