A collection of poems about family, inner perceptions, relationships, and friends.
As the author says in the poem:
""...Read books with words dark as rained-on grass, tree trunks, blacktop, clothes sucking up to skin. Each word slides like mascara.
The water on my cheek, pressing down my hair, hanging like spiders from my eyelashes - these are all part of the book, the part that makes it worth reading.
Let these be the last lines you write - not a suicide note, but as final as one. Beware the greed good poetry breeds, greed for more and more verse. Soon you won't get through the day without a shot."
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 1.25(h) x 9.00(d)|
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