Books about stitching and books
about magicians and
smothering
and shape-shifting and war,
And chocolate.
And seven about heaven
and artists and love, and
loss,
and birth and Prague,
Budapest, and
denial.
And my children are asleep without me but I trust
they read books about trains and hedges and ducks, and
I don't know what will cross my path tomorrow.
Books about maps, or books about judges, or
books marked by fingertips, erasers, smudges.
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