Quiet Like a Book #45
Quiet like a book
She holds a turn of pages
closed and waiting to open
on their own
They need a hand to ease the bind
Ruby doesn’t read romance
She’s a writer
Her poems are enough
Each one bares a kiss-and-tell
well painted and fingernail polished in lipstick red
He was married to her handwriting
for better … for worse
She’s a writer
quiet like a book
poised and complicated
Ruby has no interested in tuning pages
She sleeps alone with a pen that bleeds on her pillow
quiet like a book
Her poems are enough
She’s a writer.