Whenever I read you, I leave a bookmark,
a placeholder, an I-was-here.
I never have to hunt, my eyes fall on the same line they
left off on.
I slip in, and slip out.
I will not dog-ear you.
I only ask that you never turn a page without me.
–> Rhonda Eikamp
Riddled with Arrows 5.1: “Candy Hearts & Little Literary Love Notes”
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