bad book, bad poemA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
you opened me and read page one my initial paragraph couldn't draw your
attention I know I could have had you by page two but you closed me up and returned me to the library where I sat back on the shelf waiting for another's hands to thumb through me, even just to look at my cover read the blurbs of my faithful heart how I would have given anything to excel in your
plot to be the most agreeable character for your
taste but once again, my dust cover gathers lonely particles little pieces of me racing from an ending back to the preface before I saw you the first time before you took a chance on me and brought me home with you you slid under the covers as I dreamed of possibilities counting page numbers we would turn together but you got halfway through my first page, flipped me onto the night table shut out the moonlight and left me a shadow on a shelf dreaming of our almost night together and the weekend we might have had. erin-cilberto 5/8/2020 © 2021 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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13 Reviews Added on July 16, 2021 Last Updated on July 16, 2021 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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