.
When the writer who reads is the
reader who writes,
you can’t count the nights that
they’ll huddle like thieves
who pretend that they’re heart-to-heart
bro’s while pick-
pocketing tricks from each
other’s tight mix of discoveries,
.
careful to choose what they set
up as mildly “offkey” small
moments that maybe the other
one hadn’t quite gotten quite
right; all the while planning –
with spiteful delight – to slip in
the same ploy the plot of the
book under scrutiny used
.
to hook boy up to boy up to horse
up to lady of no small
renown in a town not unlike the
one one of them just had
suggested was, not to put too
fine a point on it, grievously
wrong. The lies were
meticulous, and quite ridiculous:
after all, reader-who-wrote and
writer-who-read shared
the same body and slept in one
bed. But when writer-who-
reads is reader-who-writes is writer-and-reader-who-draws
–
well, get ready to watch that wreak havoc with everyone’s laws.
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