Like other people look for a bar
I look for a library.
The craving to read never leaves me
I can’t get enough of the smell and feel
of books. In the library I am gregarious
in a way I never am out on the street.
Compatible souls packed like
sheets in a ream of paper
line up waiting for me
They have been waiting and
I have been looking and we have found each other
here. I walk in the door
that feeling of ease I remember
from the first time so long ago it greets me just as strong
every single time. I live bigger
in a book than in flesh-and blood life. Don’t
tell me I don’t. Or shouldn’t. Pity me if you like –
I’ve heard all the stereotypes – Get your nose out of that book –
but I know where I’d go if I had two days left to live.