Author’s Note: This was inspired by a visit to an antique book fair (which turned out to be rather disappointing, but that’s for another post) where I came across a few journals and old ledgers. This set was from the 1950’s and it made me think about how I’d feel if my life was reduced to being sold to a random book collector who had no connection to me or my past.

she committed her

life to

ink-pained pages;

did the transformation of the

everyday

into the

eternal

change her? what happened

after the last

hardcover gate closed

on the world

within?

would she have written had she known

that being fondled by

strangers

who were looking for the

truth in a sordid

seller’s note

was the price her fate would pay

for committing grief to

posterity?

set of ten

 journals – good condition – $225

she seemed miserable

much of the time – I think she was

an alcoholic