the yellowing glue
in the cardboard spine
– inches of vertebrae
traversed by typography –
holds together
a sepulchre of pages
where milky wrists
laid thoughts to rest
far too early –
and i hesitate,
knowing i am only
a graverobber
the yellowing glue
in the cardboard spine
– inches of vertebrae
traversed by typography –
holds together
a sepulchre of pages
where milky wrists
laid thoughts to rest
far too early –
and i hesitate,
knowing i am only
a graverobber