“I’m Nobody! Who are you?”
I’m not nobody, like Dickinson was.
I know that I have a name, by which
many friends call me, having also
ready a road I’m always wandering by.
So few friends had called on her and
she didn’t need roads to gain the world,
nor knew Amherst was naught,
gravitating around all of her.
Published in Off The Coast, Printed Summer 2016 issue.