Book Passion

 I dreamed I was eating
a book.

It was made from 8” by 12” slabs
one inch deep.

It tasted like cheese
but cut like watercress.

as I chewed I understood.


As I looked around
others were reading
the same title
but in the regular way
I couldn’t determine
which was best,
eyes only
or digesting it my way.


Others began to notice me
and stare.

Made me feel queer.


I was in a restaurant though,
a fitting place to eat
and drink
so I ordered bourbon
and I kept on chewing.


I realized
their eyes
would never make them full.

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