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.
