Thief
The book - an abridged dictionary.
Hardcover, thick and weighty.
I open the cover, discover
a library record,
the book had not been checked out
or in for decades. 1974 is stamped clearly.
Under a pile of old paperbacks – hidden
until now.
I must have stolen it.
Who the hell would steal a dictionary!
Then it comes to me –
a young man hungry for words,
that’s who.
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