01-28-2022, 10:04 AM
A green book of Christina Rossetti on my bed amongst the stacks,
they slide from under or topple over on me in my sleep.
That green, hardback book I stole from the library years ago,
it's surfacing on these cold winter nights.
I throw it to the top of the stack.
they slide from under or topple over on me in my sleep.
That green, hardback book I stole from the library years ago,
it's surfacing on these cold winter nights.
I throw it to the top of the stack.