you are not surprised
at what you find
when you open the
book and begin to read.
when you begin to unravel
the pages of her.
you know this story,
this tale, this plot.
you've lived it many
times. so you read
a few chapters and
then toss it across
the room into the pile
where the other books
have landed that you don't
believe. you have no
more room in your head
or heart for fiction,
for pretend romance, for
false notes and a thin
pale tale of love,
you want the real thing.
you need something
you can bite into and
have the juices
run down your chin.
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