This birthed body
Put upon the library self.
Fiction or non-
The perpetual, rhetorical question.
They selected me
From the self-help section.
Checked me out –
the librarian peering over the rim of rosary-red glasses.
The first few chapters read.
A closer study needed, so rules were broken by
Highlighter pens and
Later, all together lost under
Piles of papers to grade and
Petitions to sign.
Birthday cake smudges.
Menstrual blood and tears.
Empty spaces erased the final chapters.
Self is found in the transformation to Body;
Loss I can manage because I already have.
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