Fiction (i'm not joking)

I

I made up a story that I

Couldn't stop telling

I liked

Living inside it

Outloud

You

You're not really my lover

But I've read you cover to cover

So many times

It starts to feel like real life

And there's an inch

Between our hands

And I'm hyper-aware of its

Electric current

As a live wire

I felt it conspire

That charge in the air

You got my attention

I just like looking at the pictures

I just like folding down the corner of a page to mark its place

In the middle of a fiction that I haven't written yet

But I'll bind

Each blank page

So's just to wither with age

Watch it turn yellow and brittle

You'll find

Pages of leaves pressed inside

So many that they stretch out the spine

At least the retain some of the color

I

Made up a story that I

Couldn't stop telling

I liked

Living inside it

Outloud

Outloud

You got my attention

I just like looking at the pictures

I just like folding down the corner of a page to mark its place

In the middle of a fiction that I haven't written yet

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