and confused
with the thick book,
this Russian book, full
of names
i can't pronounce,
a story
that goes on and on,
forever,
i throw it
across the room.
it flies through
the open
window
out to the sidewalk.
later i see my
neighbor on his porch
reading it.
laughing
and crying. maybe
like i've done with you,
given up too soon.
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