They're squashed fossils, preserved in layered stone
Sentences?
They're subtitles to a video uploading inside our minds
Paragraphs?
They're lined paths we sprint across unfolding adventure
Pages?
They're sheets of ice with squiggly cracks our eyes pierce through, diving into open sea
Novels?
They're the thickest fans that cool flames of angry loneliness
Series?*
They're a family of pet magpies pecking each other on their shelves if not placed neatly
Books? They're really not. Everything's so popular makes me just want something of my own. It's like I like books but I don't read what everyone else usually reads. I don't follow the trend, so they should be called something else for me, if that makes any sense at all.