Bound

I want to run my fingers up and down your spine,
and turn your pages slowly – thumbing through,
unfolding your layers.
I will gently linger over bent corners, branded
pages –
and I’ll stop to ponder the question of
who was here before me?
and
why didn’t they treat you more carefully?

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