Ally says:
Dog Eared
Impatient in both life
and death
I dog ear the books.
As a collector of
bookmarks
this drives my husband
nuts.
The library books are one
thing, he says
making allowances
but not ours.
Yet I find I’m always
grabbing
the poetry books off the
shelf and forgetting
a bookmark and beside
these sleek slender
volumes
can barely hold their own
words
let alone a whole
bookmark.
So I dog ear,
the little bent corners
of the pages.
Sometimes nothing for
whole chunks.
Sometimes one every other
poem
after a quick read
between subway transfers,
the corners flapping
like flags marking depots
across the dry cold waste
of undiscovered land.
I wonder if later
when I’m gone
he’ll find these creases
in the books we shared
the corners still creased
rising now
my long distance death
defying reminder
like a star winking at
him
all the way from the
past,
a message over time
a little salute and a
hello
from the darkest corner
of space.
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