Jul 4, 2010

left me--rough

I am a book I can't get through
sitting on my nightstand

I've turned on myself
and left me lying on a bed in a room

away from the kitchen table
I walked away with the wind from the window
with my work flying to the floor

me looking forward
pages flying behind me down the hall and the kitchen
like an explosion and I'm an action hero

but I can't break out of this bullshit tone
and I can't help myself be
a book I want to read

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