Dog Ears

I am a messy reader.

Food stains

Car stains

Human stains.

Some books have made me cry

Or awkwardly laugh out loud.

Some have left me gasping for air

After a near-drowning in oceans of brilliance.

You can tell the ones I loved the most

By the dog ears.

Marks of love.

I remember my school librarian

Scolding students for bringing back

library books with dog ears:

Marks of negligence.

But these days I look at those creased pages

Of books long read

And feel a little nostalgia,

Thinking back to all the places

I took that book;

Making marks on it,

As it made made marks on me.

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