MARCH 28 2008
I read a bookshaped like a pillow
the color of a cherry
When people say
"You look like a cherry"
I say, "You must
be talking about
my book." But then
I look
At my face, and it's true
I do. And my book is my
book–it's all about me
And I grow faint–
I want to rest
but I can't find
My pillow
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