Good Night, Sweet Prince

Good Night, Sweet Prince

Good Night, Sweet Prince 1900 1200 Jeremiah Moriarty

Sometimes at night in this year of

renewed aloneness I walk the perimeter
of the house, tracing the border between rare

and good for nothing. I think about
the college’s bookplate. I think about

the younger self that wanted to be done the same,
have the stamp of place forever adorning

my endpaper. Elsinore overheard
doubling from my mouth, perfect little

star. I lie down on the couch, staring up at
a god-shaped hole and an emerald

comet, still missing that enchanted sense
I used to have—the feeling that

deep in the stacks, warm to the touch,
all the answers were waiting

in bodies of breathing ink.

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