current needs #3

I need to be read a book  

that I’ve never heard of 

that immediately changes 

who I am and what I think 

the point of all this is; 

that makes me feel small 

in your hands like I’ve 

never really lived at all 

until you finished the

last sentence and look 

up at me and I quiver –

at once feeling known 

yet alienated from the 

child that just died in 

me and reborn 

when you turn the page. 

I need that book, 

that archival light

that slips through

sheer curtains like 

only what is eternal 

occasionally does. 

I need those words, 

those little miracles 

forming on the lips 

of someone else so 

I know it’s not just me.