Library Binding (Day 17)

He can lay on a bed of nails
or walk on hot coals
easier than commit to her
knowing that punctured skin heals
and the smell of searing skin fades
but he will have to wake up
next to her every morning
forever.

Decades have passed since
she kissed him in the kitchen
of a funky downtown seafood place.
He keeps her in his life
the way one might hold on to
a book first loved in adolescence,
favorite pages well-worn,
dog-eared,
but the story so familiar
that whole chapters
haven’t been explored in years.

He likes his life
and her place in it,
up on a shelf
for when he needs her.

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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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