pile raze i am a stack of books. i am a skinny hardcover missing its dust jacket, cloth-bound and yellowed with age, each letter on my spine a malnourished memory frothing at the mouth. i am a fat mass market paperback creased from being loved too long. i am poetry and fiction. i am a message scribbled in the margins of someone else's life. i am the errata sheet tucked between two pages, telling you what i've been made to go without. i am grainy photographs and antiquated serif typefaces. i am bold headings and faded body text. i am unnumbered pages and homemade bookmarks. i am everything i've ever read and all the words my eyes have yet to scan. i am top heavy and light down low, a modest tower still standing in spite of all_the_ways_i_am. take a book from the pile and knock me over. 211106 ... unhinged leaves everywhere 211106 what's it to you? who go blather from