Small Book

It's reading you, you're caught in it.

I want this to be a small book,
a small slight book, easy to carry.

A melancholy impulse –with rage in it as well.

The sort of book that passes itself from
hand to hand,
unnoticed by most, like a microbe.

What will it say?

It will say what it has always said.

This book has you by heart,
it knows you backwards.

Because you’re in it. You’re in this book.

It’s reading you, you’re caught in it.

You can’t get out.

A riff on a Margaret Atwood poem of the same name.

Dream intentionally - while you’re awake.