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February 16, 2011
There's a pile of them
On my bedside table,
Stacked up high. Covers ripping,
Crudely taped back together.

There are bookmarks
Scattered through them: pencils,tissue paper,
Post-its, gum wrappers, string,
And just one laminated piece of paper (slightly ripped), sporting my name.

Several are hidden in various places
About the room: tangled in sheets, shoved in the dresser,
Stacked or slid hastily under the bed,
Most surprising even me with their hiding places.

Other stuff in here, but it doesn't matter:
Clothes on the floor, desk a mess. There,
Laptop lights are always blinking,
Wires stretching everywhere, like snakes about your feet.

There's a bookshelf, stuck in the corner:
Impossible to really access. Nevertheless it is
Filled to the brim, until they spill out like water,
Trickling steadily through a dam.

There's one right now
In my hands,
Bent cover peeling. Pages
Often thumbed through: well-loved.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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rheame said...
Jan. 18, 2015 at 12:34 am
amazing!!! i loved the way you have poured your thoughts on....simple yet wonderful!!
daniel Holbrook said...
Feb. 28, 2011 at 8:25 pm
I didnt read this one!
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