I am almost a mouse and they trapped me in the flat plane of a book

on being trapped in a glue-trap and pressed next to a bunch of orchids..

Page number 145, I've been flattened like a pressed flower. At least ten books have been stacked on top of me and now I have bled into the pages. A printing press sort of mechanism. Except they cannot re-produce me. My body is reduced to the flat-plane. You can map me out in perspective. Put a box around me and see how much I distort into the foreground. My seams have merged with the book. One…