Each person is a chapter of something.
\nHow many books are around the table?
\nSix faces, of which one is a tome,
\nanother the paragraph of a scattered story.
\nTwo complete,
\none history being added to.
\nAnother is a blank page
\nready to be written.
\nI hope death does not precede
\nits first word or phrase.<\/p>\n
And then myself.
\nShelves of books I\u2019ve begun.
\nA windowsill where one is collecting life.
\nThen in drawers,
\npoems by the hundreds,
\nbales of paper with words
\npressed on each other,
\nlike a choir constantly embracing.<\/p>\n
Who would read all these journals,
\npoems, novels, memoranda,
\ntelling how the child was lost,
\nhow love fared its one night stand.
\nWhy I lied, stole, prayed,
\nand gave away my soul,
\nspent words over the counter
\nfor less than they were worth.<\/p>\n
And refused the literacy of love,
\nunderstanding,
\ncomposing a letter,
\nand leaving something for another,
\nto caution,
\ninstruct,
\npraise.
\nOr simply say, you are beautiful,
\nworthwhile,
\nhappiness to know,
\na snowflake melting in my hand,
\nkissed for its thousand sighs
\nfalling to the earth,
\nto be finally seen and read.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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