maybe a nun -
Anon.
A girl I met
was willing to bet
that she still lived on -
Anon -
but had packed it all in,
the best verb, the right noun,
for a life in the sun.
A woman I knew
kept her skull
on a shelf in a room -
Anon's -
and swore that one day
as she worked at her desk
it cleared its throat
“Anon” appears yet again, now the owner of the skull. The repetition reinforces the theme of loss of identity and recognition.
Anon