by kmessner

A poem for my daughter, who steals books before I’ve finished reading

A poem for my daughter, who steals my books before I’ve finished reading

(with a nod to William Carlos Williams, who probably swiped books, too, in his day)

This is just to say
 
I have absconded with the book
 
That you were reading
 
(and really enjoying, too)
 
and claimed it for my own.
 
Forgive me.
 
I was starved for a story,
 
and its voice was so crisp,
 
its plot so juicy…
 
I am still licking sweet details
 
from my thieving fingers.
 
 
 

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