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"Now That I've Read Your Book" - Meg, Blue Car

I've memorized the lines. It was easy.
The dirty white pages, a margin of fancy designs.
You draw outlines of inverted heart.
But mine's real, not a Valentine.
As for the details...
As for the details... fiction, fiction, lies, lies.
I am the "coming poet who will arise."
Crippled phoenix I fly up from your bed of ashes.
When my dad left, I cut off my hands and sewed up my eyes.
But that didn't keep me from reaching for you.
Thank you for the gold star and your leaving.
Blue car, gold star.
The leaving is a gift I will always hang on to.