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The Book


ISSUE:  Spring 2008

Whose name will be inscribed in the book
                                                                 just before mine?
From what country, from what unburiable ever?
Somebody I’ll never know, for sure,
Somebody whose fingers will never outline my face.

A splinter of his death will always remain in mine.
 However,

                no matter how thick, no matter how thin.

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