Bibliophile, The
By Janna Kidd
I read the books abandoned yet
I am a written novelette
Record I must to understand
myself, I take the notes long-hand
despite the burning eyes a threat.
Alone inside the study, whet
with silence all about typeset.
When asked I force myself; withstand.
I read the books.
Desire to slash and burn offset
by something mostly called regret.
Despondent, wrote it all by hand
the many peoples one command
“Be silent, for we write as yet.”
I read the books.
