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, 

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