All of my books are committing suicide
dive off the ends of my shelves
fall into oncoming traffic
pages ripped away by tire rubber
just as if they were
hair from the head of a trichotillomaniac
bandages from a burn victim's
rice paper skin
still wet and half-grafted
to dull pink gauze.
Very clear and graphic images here, which I loved. I think, and this is only my
personal opinion, that it would read better without the 'just'. I try not to use that word too often, myself, but on occasion, no other word will do.
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