Your Book of Longing makes
me tear my hair from
its roots, gnash my
vampire teeth with fueled
frustration, and feel the
pressure of a knuckled hand
tunneling into my gut.
Oh, this jealousy is a
determined affliction,
so I quietly request
a reprieve from your lines.
They are sheer beauty.
Copyright Catherine Young, 2010.
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