Figment

She was found
The girl on the milk carton
With hazel eyes stained Xerox
Mid-long hair, absent of curl

About four feet, four inches
Who giggles in amusement
At the number 4 foot 4
Smiling like she did in the yearbook

A local, walking his dog
Stumbled onto her, discarded
Swollen like a tomato
Boiled and peeled

Carried in his arms
Not once did she touch soil
Before arriving in her parents’
Outstretching dream-come-true

Slowly again 
Like a police investigation
She remembers how to be 9 
Barbie dolls, candy, holidays, and pink



We can’t recall ego
And there is a frailty we fear
Between details and trivials
Such as milk