We all have crowded bookshelves in our heads crammed with texts for every person we know.
They knock about in our skulls, falling off the shelves.
We refer to them again and again, wearing the pages thin.
When you read me wrong, everything that follows is askew.

By Dahlia Grossman-Heinze

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