READING ©
by Camincha
I
don't want to read
all
there is to read.
Really,
I don't.
All
these lovely stories
that
sound so charming. And
often
end so common place.
I
write them myself. Of course
not
commonplace, though!
Really
don't want to read other's
except
they beg me. Like a kitten
scratching
at my ankles
for
attention they beg me to caress their
lines
with my eyes. To share
their
turn of events. To turn the page
and
keep up with the story. I do, and feel
good
afterwards, like when I share
a cup
of coffee with Mary even though
I
should have gone on with the house cleaning.
Turning
the pages I find about foreign
lands
exciting characters, though more
often
than not about people like me who also
enjoy
and survive and hurt and read about
others like me.
END
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