my first book
was published by a radiologist
operating out of his garage
against my will.
my second book
involved a sex-for-pay scheme
that never quite came off,
and interfered with the plot.
I ditched both
disgusted
my third book,
never came out
to great acclaim.
my fourth book, though
proved to be a turning point.
I discovered what a book
was, and that my prior books
had all been tomes.
this realization still
haunts me, but
not in any really
gripping way you could
get a book out of, or
anything
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