The second readergirlz contest asked writers to think out loud about the way their own work is choreographed—how it moves across the page, and from sound toward meaning. Our winner is Q. Here is her poem, and her reasoning. Q receives a signed copy of House of Dance.
Tinged with regret
The girl in the bus
window
sees me on a park bench,
me with all my waiting and
watching her,
too.
I might have known her
once,
and I wonder if she saw me
for who I was,
for who I am,
or for who I'd like...
Published on October 28, 2009 02:07