Not My Brand

That's all science fiction was ever about. Hating the way things are, wanting to make things different. RAY BRADBURY, "No News, or, What Killed the Dog?" NOT MY BRAND like being caught with a pack where authority makes you smoke one and all. i read...i read...i read some more my workplace, my home. their stare has followed me home yes, i must confess i’m an overachiever, believe it or not — given a task, Waldo, i’ll find you. i drink Dandelion Wine until i die — life and death, sick to death of dying. i sop up Soup with crusts of bread cannot waste a single drop. i read...i read...i read some more and Holy Scripture the great bounty of crimson words, the red thread pricks my articulating tongue. i read...i read...i read some more on the back burner— Blackout, which i might — had a hard time figuring out which genre’s not my favorite, whaaaat? had to ask my husband from a list, what do you think, soooo we came up with Science Fiction. but you never know it might just be the read i need it to be. i read...i read...i read some more on the chair, on the floor, the writing on the wall. i might just be sick ~ of books ~ when i finally power walk into the library, slick. because there’s always another book or poem or verse to smoke, so i light up my face and read and read and read some more. 3/25/2020