Ode to a Former Dorm Mate

You’re gone, never to be found
Gone with the blue ink of our era
on postcards we exchanged
Gone with the precision of your fingers
twirling your pasta
at this ridiculously expensive place we frequented
Was it fettuccine alfredo?
You’re gone, never to come around
Gone with all the women in cyber-sea
who have the same name as you but are not you
Not your lacquer black hair
large brown eyes like a Japanese anime character
The grace you exuded
without having to say a word
You’re gone, without a sound
Gone beyond our once cherished girlhood

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Jackie Chou is a poet and Jeopardy fan who has work forthcoming in Alien Buddha Zine and Highland Park Poetry.  Her work has also been published in Spillwords, Mollyhouse Lit, Altadena Poetry Review, Subterranean Blue Poetry, and Spectrum Publications.
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