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Library
Your style doesn't intrigue me,
we stand like books;
Brace cover to back cover to back
and threaten to topple over like them too
I will keep my pages tucked from your back
with my cover, and you will keep yours safe with your back
possessive like a hound with a bone, refusing to let go
gnawing, cracking, licking, suckling, you have your style
I have mine.
Sometimes I look for my lost pages
the ones who fell out because the glue of my spine
was weak enough to crackle and flake like dried milk.
I wonder if they're in you, stretching your mouth full
like an apple chunk caught in your teeth refusing to enter
a cat faced with a bathtub clinging to the rims it can find
Maybe my pages are making you look foolish
or old and used like a penny book.
If I found them in your leaves,
I don't think I would like them,
I'd reject them, think they were nothing new
say "I'd written that before" and be as unimpressed
as if your style was lacking in every way imaginable.
Side by side we stand,
porous and damp with library mildew
picked up to be smelled, not read.
Each of us offer our spines to them
not admitting whose pages are whose..
Your style doesn't intrigue me,
we stand like books;
Brace cover to back cover to back
and threaten to topple over like them too
I will keep my pages tucked from your back
with my cover, and you will keep yours safe with your back
possessive like a hound with a bone, refusing to let go
gnawing, cracking, licking, suckling, you have your style
I have mine.
Sometimes I look for my lost pages
the ones who fell out because the glue of my spine
was weak enough to crackle and flake like dried milk.
I wonder if they're in you, stretching your mouth full
like an apple chunk caught in your teeth refusing to enter
a cat faced with a bathtub clinging to the rims it can find
Maybe my pages are making you look foolish
or old and used like a penny book.
If I found them in your leaves,
I don't think I would like them,
I'd reject them, think they were nothing new
say "I'd written that before" and be as unimpressed
as if your style was lacking in every way imaginable.
Side by side we stand,
porous and damp with library mildew
picked up to be smelled, not read.
Each of us offer our spines to them
not admitting whose pages are whose..
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