Every once in awhile

I walk into our library

and into its biography

and autobiography section —

and occasionally

I’ll pull out a book

and check it out

and take it home for reading.


Every once in awhile

I consider: what if I wrote 

my autobiography 

or what if somebody 

wrote a biography about me?


Either way, such a book

would be very short

and even if in large print

would be a minIscule work

almost invisible

amidst those many offerings.


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