I read more now
than I did while
I was teaching.
I’m not joking:
I can pick and choose
from any shelf in my study,
sans guilt, sans deadline,
duty free.
I read three cats’ minds.
And my neighbor’s lips.
The first and last pages
of Finnegan’s Wake.
Listen, just before tea
I read the tag
on my teabag.
And look, here’s a note
I just wrote
about what to read
next.



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