April 27, 2009

NaPoWriMoDay 27

For J.
I feel as though you don't
actually know me, because -
despite the dinners, and the late nights,
and the parties, and the secrets -
you've never seen my
bookshelves, you've never
glimpsed the way I've
organized this library

You've seen the books I care
with me, but how can you
truly understand until you've seen the

Atwood, Bradley, Bradbury,
Danielewski, hooks, Lorde,
Morrison, Oliver, Ondaatje,
Perry, Sedaris, Whitman

on their shelves, arranged
in a code that signifies
only to me

What will you think when you
finally begin to
interpret my
literary arrangements?

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