Paperback Love
Propped in bed,
cricked neck, dog-
eared paperbacks
thumbed and tattered,
read once, twice,
the pencil of an earlier thou
down the margin
as back to back
with our paperbacks we fit
ourselves in the page
where sleep gets made,
hip and knee, elbow,
teeth, lip, tongue.
-Bethany Reid
Have to say, I actually kind of love this poem. I wrote it ages and ages ago -- before my daughters were born, and they're turning 28 this year! But it's been out to numerous journals and was never picked up. My editor and I culled it from my 2018 manuscript. So, here it is. For you.
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