(Found Poem
sourced by Bianca Spriggs’
urban legend fan fiction)

They keep knocking down buildings
I used to hang out in. Or changing them
into businesses where there’d
been a bar before. Or vice versa.

She had long, dark amber hair
and a star tattoo on the side of her neck.

I heard her laugh once in the middle of a crowd.
I don’t know her— I’m looking.

And that’s the last I remember of anything really.