Tagged: reading
the language of time
the language of time
is mysterious – for one
full minute, we can
become riveted by every
bird twitch, a turning of the page
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there are pages
there are pages
that beg to be
turned, stories that
press too
tightly against
each other,
sticking to our
impatient fingers
.
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the shelves of mondays
the shelves of mondays
are often revisited,
the pages dog-eared,
and here and there, in the margins,
someone dares to ask for more
.
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these days, we cannot
these days, we cannot
believe how unceasingly
behind we are, books
stacked knee-high, reports stuck to
other reports, paperweights
.
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in two-hundred-and-
in two-hundred-and-
eight universes, our paths will
cross on the seventh
floor, fingers idly bookmarking
pages, waiting for a subplot
.
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now and then, i am
now and then, i am
on the train, watching you read
a book i know is
so good because i’ve already
read it, filling me with envy
.
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things change
things change.
i do and i don’t i hear
you say.
things change.
twenty years later, you
are eighty weeks and two
days dead.
things change.
i am reading
the days run away
like wild horses over the
hills, and they haven’t
.
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reading kawabata before
for seven stops on
for seven stops on
the L-train this morning, we
read our books, sneaking
in the tiniest expressions
just for each other to translate
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you once told me
you once told me
that you quit your
book club of
two because one of you
could never get your stories
straight, reading well
into the night –
no one
ever aims just
shy of fairytale
.
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