your finger
along the shelf
lifting dust
does nothing
but make you
wonder, not so
much about
taking care of
the dust, but
taking that
book off
the shelf and
seeing if you
remember it
the way things
were. that book
she gave you,
and never gave
back. you had
to keep
something. so
much dust.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
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