Thursday, March 25, 2010

a love letter to an old book (penguin edition)

From the room next door, 


you smell like high ceiling-ed hallways


and wood thick rooms, 


but from here,
 you smell 
like a voice

against single paned 


window glass.


(The small mark on your spine,


curved near the top,
 a thumbprint,


my thumbprint, 
inked).

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