you could skip the cover
peel back the pages
to find us
lose yourself in the binding
flap your arms
like buoys in the pacific
like an angel in space
after introductions commence
and the scenery unravels
between the words you could search storms
if you really wanted to find us you could
overturn tables or wander caves of apostrophes
shift beneath the tiles and character corridors
you could study the climax
or bounce glaciers
on the palm of your hand
push back the gates
or rip open the seams
climb entwined chapters
story building arms
bite into the narratives
that leave you gasping for air.
that leave you gasping for air.