books

I live in a house
with more books
then shelves
they lay scattered
on the floor
like memories

I catch myself thinking
why do I have
so many damn books
I haven’t even read half
of these things

I get some old boxes from
when I moved here
and start to pack them up
preparing them for
the storage room
which smells dank like
mildew and mold

these boxes are
too heavy
too deep
to go down into that room
so I take a rest
and grab a coffee from
Tim Horton’s

I sit down and see
through the window
the starbucks next door
and
a kid in a grey trench coat
with broad rimmed glasses
Beats by Dre
vomit coloured shoelaces
reading some novel
on his Ipad

I unpack my books.