into the new-
new year new attitude
unsteadily lurching into the next
wondering if I can recreate
myself anew
that old trick
used brazenly many times
new year new girl
new journal pages
new lists on the fridge
new underwear from Macy's
newly sharpened pencils
new health foods
only questions are
where does the old me go
what happens to
the old attitudes
the over worked dreams
the unfinished projects
the socks with no mates
the clothes that don't fit
where do I store the old me
while I conjure up a new version?
and what if I need the old me again?
