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Q. Ink runs from
the corners of my mouth
ash-heaps
a pen
the librarian's hand
Q. Her eyes are sad and she walks with
burning dogs
toadstools
her hands in her dress
the speaker
Q. I romp with joy
in the bookish dark
in libraries
in poetry
in parks
Q. The dogs are on the basement stairs and
hellish
coming up
roll their eyes
licking the librarian's hand
Q. The poems are gone.
The librarian is sad
I have been eating poetry
The light is dim
The dogs ate them