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the notebook.
its primal beginnings were the color of a baby
deep fleshy tone that said hide me
a thick paste coats the skin/ horse hooves
/ rubber cement
none the less it holds onto the magazine clippings that give
the viewer their only visible view
everything is black, there are waves and boats, implied battleships,
german words, gray clouds
and a floating arm holding matches
when i showed you my work
you laughed it off, your mouth formed a clumsy "O"
"what is that?!" hahaha
make note of that
you didn't see the baby that I saw
what i made the vulnerable book into; the reformation
you didn't bother to look, or think
or examine the hundreds of processed trees it held.