I’M PRETTY IN PANIC
IF I FORGOT EVERYTHING
LIKE IT JUST HAPPENED
COLD FEET, BURNING HEART
I BECAME A BOOK
KNOW WHEN TO STOP
HOW THE WINTER WAS WON
YOU-TURN
EMERGENCY EXIT ESCAPE

I BECAME A BOOK

In the beginning was the letter “a”
And you saw that it was good
You thought that it made sense
That you finally understood

Other letters were to follow
Each given a specific name
You learned them all by heart
Put them together like a game

With feathers you began to write
My skin was paper, your blood was ink
Words became sentences, I became a book
You wrote in a flow, without a blink

What a book I was, not like anything
I was turned and a thousand times read
Everyone asked for my author’s name
I had to tell them you were dead

The more you wrote, the weaker you got
Your blood loss was pretty severe
I will forever read myself and think of you
Taste a word and wish you were here