This is a Poem that Heals Fish
“A poem
is when you have the sky in your mouth.
It is hot like fresh bread,
when you eat it,
a little is always left over”
Life in the bookstore...such as it is.
Rumors have it at night the store turns into a submarine. We have yet to establish documentary proof.
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Vague Updates from 57th Street Booksellers
Rumors have it at night the store turns into a submarine. We have yet to establish documentary proof.
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• Ask me anything
Vague Updates from 57th Street Booksellers
