Pulp
Coffee
table doorstop tips the scales at
nearly
seven pounds of high grade paper
bearing
photos full of heartbreak, beauty,
irony,
three legs of a stool bearing
the
weight of our short run on the planet.
Should
we conclude that truth is sold by the
pound,
turning a blind eye to the thumb on
the
scale? I close the book, Elmore Leonard,
sixteen
ounces give or take one or two,
four of them would fit just so inside the
glossy
doorstop. Heartbreak, beauty and more
than
a drop of irony in a pulp
full
of double crossers, saints and sinners.
