Ode to Library Books  

Posted by Olsen Potter in

I love to be the stamp
Of a black epitaph
In black ink
On the first line of “Date Due”

I walk out with 3 or 5 or 2
And rip into them,
Breaking that virgin spine
Into beloved used.
gargling their words
to wash out
the talking-breath
of everyday conversation.

Give them to me, these icons of god’s addiction;
I want to saturate
in the serum of their forgotten fruit.

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You've changed some things, from when you told me of it. I like the message in big bold letters. A warning amidst the declaration of love. It definately deserves a "P".

10/19/2006 7:17 PM

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