alone
in my room
I hold pieces
of myself
that I have lent
to others
to play the game
of me
uncaring
they return me
abused and torn
and I am a puzzle
whose face is changed
no longer child's play
I cannot laugh
when nerves
are frayed
and smile is worn
mirror reflects
a sameness of shape
but my fingers
trace stigmata
of careless hands
and alone
in my room
I hold pieces
of myself
that do not fit
Copyright, Barbara Gari Serio, 1964
