The Book of You

i read the book of you
inside my mother’s womb
it was dark, all i could do
to turn the pages, learn
the pictures, wait for you;
i was all thumbs and a tail
like a guppy, not at all as
you see me today, under
streetlights, holding your
face in my hands, rain
falling tender as love.

i am a man with a brain
like a suitcase and a large
appetite for romance.

imagine me swimming around in a womb like that, already loving you, not even knowing how to pronounce your name.





George Wallace is a NYC-based poet and spoken-word artist. He has released forty-two chapbooks and five albums of spoken word poetry. He maintains an active schedule of appearances in NYC and worldwide, including appearances at the St Augustine Poetry Festival, the Medellin Poetry Festival, National Beat Poetry Festival, Lowell Celebrates Kerouac, Turrialba Poetry Festival, Boao Poetry Festival, Silk Road International Poetry Festival, Piacenza Biennale, and La Cave Cafe in Paris, France. As writer-in-residence at the Walt Whitman Birthplace, he is creator of Poets Building Bridges, now in its third season, triangulating groups of poets from different regions of the world.

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