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Leo Yankevich
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You take the book from the shelf,
hold it in your hand,
crack it open, leaf
through pages, stop at a line:
a waste of paper, of trees,
of lumberjacks’ painful work—
each blurb on the back, a kiss
on the butt of modern verse.
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