The pages of a book
curl around my arm,
the hardcover begging
to make me its bookmark.
“One more chapter,”
it whispers in Garamond.
“Might as well stay the night.”
Rebekah Cook
The pages of a book
curl around my arm,
the hardcover begging
to make me its bookmark.
“One more chapter,”
it whispers in Garamond.
“Might as well stay the night.”
Rebekah Cook