Part of the reason things work the way they do is the book of hours and the book of songs and the book upon the shore of night, the rapt, the warlocks, the attention from the beginning. Cats and books. Boys and books. Books upon books in front of the fan. The ones fallen behind the fridge, the bed, the toilet bowl. Tuck ones and ones upon a time. The books I lit up to and slept on and ruined in freak diet coke accidents. The definition of one against others. Against the heart of night. In the harsh stench of a sale. In terms of everything books.

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