I Think I Lost My Wish

Poem By Mira Ilic

I think I lost my wish.

Fifteen minutes to catch a bus.
I eat a roll until trees and bushes and houses
run in opposite direction
What shell I do What shell I do
There is a book in my beg - 'The World According to Garp'
I squeeze sheets
Is that the proof of its existence?
One step more to the entrance...

I must not forget...
On my way back...
To pick up my heart from cleaning...

Comments about I Think I Lost My Wish

My first comment almost sounds like Irving also wrote Catcher. Sorry about that J.D. As cool as Irving is, I don't know if anyone is more cool than the beautiful recluse J. D. Salinger.
Cool John Irving book. Do you dig Catcher In The Rye?


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