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Mother Acrostic Lays One Fat Finger

Down the middle of a page, and reads it aloud,
ligatures and all. It is a bestiary, or a book of lives,
a passional or corpus; it will not survive, from flyspecks
to flyleaves, will be lost along with her hand. Nested