she hands me a book and i say,
i will return this someday
(it’s a line that people often phrase).
i know that i won’t, but i will lift her
from the margin and the page
and return the gift in different ways.
i barely recall the tale’s name
but her hand, her footnotes,
her annotation – they remain.
here, her shadow, her fingerprint;
here, a word – underlined. and, here,
a heart shape. so i take my pen –
note to self: what does this all mean?