Buying words only not to read
because the will to write them
sometimes surpasses the stream of thought
needed to hold a book and just be

Even though I don’t read enough
I still buy them to keep them in my cupboard
like the secrets I horde that I’m guilty of having
like the secret of how this is coming into being

I open the book to close my eyes in its fragrance
Then read a few lines to find my attention wavering
I turn around the book to not feel its stare
then keep it in my safe and I go out
to buy another one of these again

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