MISREAD
You’ll find her in the unlettered pages
Of books ventured and unread
Split in half at the seam
And down the spine
Placed on the corner
of partly vacant shelves
Low but obscure
And within reach
With quivering voice
And a shivering whisper
She speaks of being unopened
and misunderstood
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