She scribbles notes
On her hands in
Indelible ink
Like launch codes
Morsels of
critical information
She fears she will lose
to the night
Addresses,
Telephone numbers,
If found please call . . .
Maps to a car park,
To stumble her way back
At the end of the night,
Or sometimes as she
Slips out
before the sun returns.
Tonight she thinks a moment longer
Before beginning her inscription
Where is home?
Who to call?
Why bother writing at all?
As the night goes on
she slips away
To add details
which she's picked up
Often to the dismay
Of her baffled
Entourage.
But she flashes a smile
And all is forgiven
This quirk of hers
just another illusion.
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