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Topic: Marginalia
by Amanda J CobbI wish I could read
the things you don't say,
the footnotes and highlights,
the things between the lines
and the glaring blank spots
where absolute truth should go.
I want to hold that
worn down, torn up,
much used and much loved
battered copy of you in my hands
and pour over its secrets.
Instead I'm stuck
with the crisp, clean
carbon-copy library edition,
the same one everyone sees,
that no one is ever allowed
to leave a mark on. 04/05/2009 Posted on 04/06/2009
Copyright © 2025 Amanda J Cobb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/06/09 at 01:02 PM love this! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/06/09 at 02:13 PM Very nice piece Amanda. But you know it is only the wall he built to protect himself from being hurt. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 04/07/09 at 10:27 PM time will provide that "worn down, torn up,
much used and much loved
battered copy" you so long pour over =) |
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