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story I want to root through your soul like a good used bookstore; slowly panning across each jumbled shelf reaching my fingers across the spines opening the foxed pages, seeing where other people have underlined and made notes. I want to lose track of time, come to myself with a start to see how much of the afternoon has faded while I read just one more page. outside, the street lamps come on and I should think about supper; I bring my armful to the till. when I get home, I’ll pile them all around me, leaf through them one by one— I won’t put them away. not yet. #poetry