Used Books

Dust collects on my jacket

as I pull out another book.

Lost in the pages.

The scent of used books

absorbs into my skin

and I curl in the corner.

Time is punctuation

at the end of each sentence

and I read on.

Build a fortress within genres

walls of literature

and my imagination

can build communities.

Characters dance from my mind.

I can trace their history

in smudged ink on my fingertips.

The bookstore cats find home

in my lap, and they purr

away the hours as I fall

into piles of books.

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