The Poetry of Everyday Life: I
Bookmarks
It's like someone forgot
that people are not bookmarks;
you cannot continue where you left off.
I think I am the best storyteller;
where you left off
might tell you a lot about why you left in the first
place.
It’s like, we bookmarks
never had a lot of appetite for leaving anyway;
that is why we always stayed
as if we were stapled away.
I have a lot of issues with leaving.
Sometimes I feel letting go should be my staple diet.
It’s like my worst fear is FOMO too
and one day
these dictionaries might have Athazagoraphobia
as an adjective
for bookmarks too.
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