A book you read sideways.

A book with lines full of caesura like pot holes.

With disco lyrics, classical allusion, secret gay slang.

A book that is two books.

A book full of boys dead or dying.

A book of spirituals, of a kind.

A book without titles.

A book with the detail of gossip, the burden of grief, the permanence of love.

A book in which the speaker looks bad as he realizes he has made mistakes.

A book in which the speaker accuses other people, perhaps in order to ultimately forgive them.

A book that believes in heaven.

1 comment:

  1. What a lovely looking book. And your response to it feels like its own poem.