i found you used
in the back of a book store
silvering with age
dog eared
smelling of mold
100 sides of you
for five dollars
i brought you home
fingered your pages
as a new lover might
slowly
with intent
then faster and more furious
i found myself
nourished
pregnant
inspired
post-coital tristesse
not with the work or words
or the scope of my inability
rather
that I could buy you
cracked spine
torn
in a used book store
for five dollars
Michael Lorne Leard
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I love your words.
ReplyDeleteEchoing in my brain like honey poured over gravel.
Smooth and rough at the same time.
My favourite one is "Confession"
the story of my life.
long time, no updates! need new stuff from you! this scribble is good! me likes it! =)
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