Once upon a time
I was at your side
all edges gilt
poised to trip into
abyss after abyss between pages
Thought of drowning myself
in the smell
wafting up from your white
bleached leaves
Could be I was looking for a morsel,
the chance to sniff your glue
bound spine or gone out hunting
for those worms that eat my mind
But now it’s true, here’s proof:
I’ve always been your galley slave
bound in perfect linen, leatherette
saddle stitched
a fly title
jammed in the gutter
recto-verso
my private impression
of this first edition’s
final issue.
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