i shunned the pride they felt
when first seeing their name in print
the black and white word
bound by binding
seemed so trite
no different from electronic word

i was wrong.
i admit it.
the black and white word
so much more beautiful
i’m almost disgusted

the awesomeness
while not perfect
is perfection in essence
perfection in beauty
and perfection in binding

the black and white word
smells like glue from binding
a new book.

tear.
she’s beautiful.
i look good.
real good.

p.s. so do ya’ll