Thursday, September 06, 2012

the development (poem 6/30)

where he read it, his head rested against the head board
with a floral-covered pillow for comfort

as she turned each page of the book he lent her
to read while he was away that day

her elbows turned red and itchy
from rubbing against the table top

he turned the pages faster than she did
soaking up the plot, letting his imagination fill in the gaps as he slept

she labored over every word
studying the language as if new to her

they read it all, every word, differently
and understood the story in different ways

one came away with morals
one with corruption

but they both held each other tight in the nights
following each horrific chapter

of their day to day struggles,
their life, reflected upon white pages in black printed ink

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