you don’t like reading

With gentle hands you pry

me open like a

book, letting your gaze take

in my pages, your

fingertips tracing my

sentences and you

press lightly then

harder, your palm across

me like a warning and when you’re

done with my story you let

go and don’t even stay

long enough to watch me

close.

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