06 May 2016

Poem-A-Day #67 : On Being Ashamed of Not Finishing Books

On Being Ashamed of Not Finishing Books

The books I have not finished line a shelf in my bedroom - they stare down at me as I sleep

          mocking my own production - How the fuck dare I
demand eyes when I can't even...

                                        I could burn them -
                              hide the evidence - keep my cat warm on winter nights when the heater is broken and I don't have enough blankets - there are never enough blankets

I could knit them - make a quilt - could learn form them the shape of comfort

While I sleep the spines unfurl and reach out from their dusty corners - their bookmarks are tongues speaking in words I have not heard

The pages are snow - are the crust in your eyes - are the lidless idylls of ancient gods