Poem 391
I like the ambiguity of the title … losing ‘it’ was obviously the start of a new development but years later beginning to think and feel about that event in a different way possibly also marked a change … see Poem 3 for another meditation on the same subject …
New Development
I lost my virginity or should I say misplaced in that I haven't got it but I know who has in a car parked on the edge of a new development I didn't feel the loss I wasn't using it anyway besides she needed it along with everyone else's and her own unending innocence now everything's built up you couldn't get privacy in this street from a headlight or a torch but I search every face lifted in every blank car just in case one night she's waiting to pass it back to me