This is a book called Melissa, by Taylor Caldwell, published in 1948 by Charles Scribner’s Sons.
I bought it a while ago at Goodwill, or something, because it entertained me to have a book with the same name as me. I haven’t read it. It didn’t look very good.
Now I want to erase it, page by page. I’ve only done the first page so far. I read the page after I made a poem out of it and before I erased everything but the poem.
I want to keep erasing it and reading it, a page at a time. We’ll see how it goes.
damp little hands
on top of silence
late November afternoon