LOST
by Ann Pibel
One heart murmur,
seen last with virginity
on the corner
of Watson Drive
and University Avenue,
1983.
Needed for poem
about the loose doorway
between chambers
where ex-lovers wait.
If found, please
handle with care—
wrap with smooth twine, tissue,
mail to: Repository of Pulse Echoes,
Attention: Arrhythmia.
(“Lost” appears here with permission from the poet.)
Ann Pibel is a librarian and teacher of creative writing to middle school students. Her poetry has appeared twice in Yankee magazine.
I enjoyed the “want ad” format of this. And I’d bet this is the line that got ya:
“the loose doorway / between chambers / where ex-lovers wait”
You’re usually dead on with guessing the line that grabbed me. But it was actually, “wrap with smooth twine, tissue” that got me this time. I can hear that crackly gift wrap tissue and I like it.