I usually don't write like this
so open; available
Typically you'd find me
curled up around my notebook
(I have three now)
In the dark,
hidden from view.
Only a chance few have seen those books
Two lay "archived" and full
probably on the chair, or near the desk
the other, always tucked close by
All three, strangely
are marked boldly
Poems 1, 2, or 3
on matching blue notebooks
Somehow this makes them invisible
I would not volunteer them
to just anyone
I can count on fingers
how many have read them
Very few even know of them
Because truthfully,
I've hidden a part of me in them
Deepest down.
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