"If I was a book...
Do you think you'd read all the pages?
Come back and take notes?
Would you love me at all my stages,
Would you judge my first draft?
All the words I circled red...
Would you ask of the ripped chapters,
Or the drops from the tears, shed?

Would you want to rewrite me?
Change all the words, somehow.
Remove some of the characters,
Or maybe even add some back in now.

Would you judge me by my cover?
The one my mother so carefully drew?
Or would you fall in love with it,
The same way I...
Fell in love with you...?"

If I was a book-Celia