Grab the shalt shaker and enjoy a freshly-plucked
beauty from the warmth of the porch.
Let me tell you about the unread books that make me nervous,
friends that linger too long,
and tell too much.
From bestiaries to addicts and the ketchup of
helping the self, too much leads to juicy paralysis.
Ah…there’s the shake.
I looked it up; there’s a nervous book syndrome and
a lost friend disorder, and the meaning of a dream
about a story that eats you alive at night,
its mouthy edges and black teeth saying
there’s more for you to hear.
The sound of pages is deafening.