unfinished

il y a
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i am novel
gilded edges
wearing thin

pry me open
peer inside
bend my
mildewed leaves
with your compassion

softened corners of
dog-eared memory
housing a story
that is a story
all the same

each chapter
penned today
amended tomorrow
(marginal memos)

until one day
my spine will crack
appendix bursts with
suffocating pressure

stitched
with more insets than
one book can contain

pulling pages
from my insides
making room for more
yearning for more

more living to do

.
.
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epilogue

when the evening falls
embrace me
bind me in linen
slide me back on
your shelf and weep
for the words
you once had read
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