by Anke

Launch Day - by Anke

Look at all these people
she knows.
All here for her
and maybe for me.

She's overwhelmed
I can tell,
and I think I'm overwhelmed too
because
I want to hide
or cheer and jump up and down
or throw up
but mostly
I'm grinning
from my spot at the top of the stairs.

We did it.
We are not furniture.

by Anke

Pub Date - by Anke

It's here.

Repeating
repeating
that hidden life
repeating
inside that
solid
stack,

each book a block of wood shavings,
until someone opens
even just one
and sees me
on just one page.

Page 105,
for instance.

There I am.

In every book.

For everyone to read.


And maybe
exposure
might
be

good.