I was keeping him for you safe and sound,
I swear.
Then all of the sudden he went down
and well...
Shakespeare hit the ground.
And I know what you're thinking,
but it wasn't my fault.
I was there to protect him
and he sorta got lost.
Behind other books and I think
they may have shoved him around.
Anyway, I know how this sounds,
but really I loved him too.
So if you need me at all,
I'll be here for you.
Where is my Shakespeare? Don't you have mine while Brad has yours? I need him. Must prepare literature for the apocalypse...
ReplyDeleteThe Sun (www.thesunmagazine.org, I think) might like this. I love it.
See you quite soon.
--KT