day #40.

I browse the shelves in the room

a little rectangular room

full of chairs

with old, battered cushions

a coffee table

a wilting pot plant

and books, books, books

there are scary, serious books

like the hulk of Gray’s Anatomy

sat fatly, proudly beside the

littler, simpler books

squished spine-to-spine

I touch a few

peruse the blurbs

admire the cover art

inhale the colours, admire the smells

how strange it is

that all these thousands of words

are relevant to one man

applicable to many new scenarios

like my own.