This book, outrageous with pages,
efficient with flames of tiny entries,
authorizes the use of the word
character, or confuses Latinate.
Italics release the tension
like a powerline slack in the breeze
of early spring. So much information
jettisoned above our heads.
This book is old,
this book is thick, this book –
Let’s look up the word love
instead of kissing.
see HACKNEYED PHRASES.
Put down the book,
hold me, instead.
Let me show you
how to rewrite
with our bodies.