Into A Book

My sister, my father and me. My bedroom window was upstairs on the left.

When I was about five,
I thought after death, you went
into the nearest book.

My mother must have been reading
to us from Little House in the Big Woods
because that’s the book I made sure
was nearby at night.
Just in case.

8 thoughts on “Into A Book”

    1. I don’t think so either. Once you slipped into a kindle, who knows where you might end up. Maybe even in one of those horrible suggestions they have. And now that I think about it, my kindle is in the drawer next to the bed. I better get a good book in there. Just in case.


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