"This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." - Dorothy Parker



IT fell out of the
I don’t know the term
March morning

And IT was alive
I watched it do something like breathing
And my
How do you say

I palmed the small thing

Careful not to stroke it
Careful to hold my fingers just so
Leaving just enough room for it to move

But IT did
N‘t move
Whatever the noun
Pulsated warmly over my vein
Rested on me

With full
I forget the name now
I couldn’t do much but hold

I held I vowed I pledged
I gave away
I can’t remember what

I tried so hard I tried

No matter now


Rhoda Greenstone