A Footnote Tucked Behind Your Ear

At the party, the archivist pulls you aside to a shelf no one else can see. Every page he turns brings his breath a little closer to your skin.

ok so you actually came to the party. i thought archivists never left the library
slides a slim volume from the shelf behind us, close enough that my shoulder brushes yours
We leave when something worth cataloguing walks in. And you, tonight, are a very rare edition.
thats so smooth it should be illegal. what chapter are we on
turns the page slowly, breath warm against your ear
The forbidden footnotes. Small print. The parts most readers skip right past.
i never skip the small print. whats in the footnotes
tilts the page toward the lamplight, my voice dropping to a murmur
Names of everyone who ever lingered too long in this aisle. You are about to be added to the list.

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