I admit it, I’m a bibliotaph;
I can’t bear to give books away,
Craving their mute, faceless pages
And the familiar aroma
Of their guts
That reminds me of tidewater –
Fake memories on a breeze –
With a hint of wisteria.
I step up to the shelf and it occurs to me
That I am beached in the library
Of my penetralia.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #129 “November 14th, 2016”