...The story of a girl in London, England


3.11.2011

Sonnet 14

3/10/11

I sit ensconced with books and yellow light

That pours a glow upon my messy desk.

And staring to the left, but void of sight,

My eyebrows pinch together, not to rest

Until the thing has been thought out—as is

My nature when I think too much. A lett-

Er on the page begins to move. And this

Is quite uncommon, so I look a litt

Le closer, and I see it is an ant.

He crawls about between the A’s and T’s.

I try my best to see his world, and can’t.

We both are living strange realities.

The books he climbs upon are scenery—

But in my world, these books, they create me.

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