Amelia's Back Pages

She showed up with a box of handmade books,
some with binding threads hanging to the floor.
She throws mustach parties.
She was an elephant on Halloween
Her characters are fractured people
trapped in their own indistinct dramas.
You have to read them backwards, but the pages won't turn.
The boy who can only look up, the girl who lost her head,
webs and roots, strange chapters out of unwritten novels,
some dialogue that never occurred yet is oddly familar,
intersections that you crossed once but forgot,
like when you go out in the morning with the sun
coming up and the moon is still visible in the sky.