unfinished
i am novel
gilded edges
wearing thin
pry me open
peer inside
bend my
mildewed leaves
with your compassion
softened corners of
dog-eared memory
housing a story
that is a story
all the same
each chapter
penned today
amended tomorrow
(marginal memos)
until one day
my spine will crack
appendix bursts
stitched
with more insets than
one book can contain
pulling pages
from my insides
making room for more
yearning for more
more living to do
.
.
.
epilogue
when the evening falls
embrace me
bind me in linen
slide me back on
your shelf and weep
for the words
you once had read
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