Fly

On your way home, stop at the bookstore

On your way home
stop at the bookstore

And on your way to the bookstore
stop for a drink, read a book

Then, at the bookstore
you will bounce
in between the shelves

Having already forgotten
whose poetry it is
that you walked in for

Easily distracted by
the bright books and
those that stick out awkwardly
because someone already
flipped through them today

You will feel like a fly
batting against
the inside of a window

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Pygmalion and Galatea, Jean-Léon Gérôme, 1890