She is Literature

March 26, 2008
All day stacking,
and stamping books.
She doesn't get tired,
of all of those books.

Every once in a while she reads them
and usually she is part of them.
Her arms flatten into thin pages of white,
her pages flip as her life goes on.
Her soft bright frecles are the tiny black print.

She is literature.

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