Reader
[dedicated to the thirteen unread, stolen books by Genet on my shelf]
she doesn’t own any books
I ask what she reads
she says, all the time I read
read like cigarettes or sex
I read like fucking lunatics
at the public library coming
in to sip on some warm
I read like most need
she dabs sweat off her brow
dabs the sweat off her brow
she reads
I ask what again
but she cannot throw
me any names
she smiles:
‘I can’t remember them all’
she can only tell
me she reads,
a book a day
sometimes two
because reading
‘..is all I do.’
‘Since school, I read my way through the library
down the line,
one after another,
from one end to the other.”
Who!
Who do you read!
Whoever…
‘I’m a reader.’
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