November 2nd

A poem by ME :)

Friends, lovers, readers! Happy Friday! I had big plans for you—for us—this week. You were going to get a book review. And not just any review. My best review yet. But I didn’t finish the book in time. No review gets written about an unfinished book, and certainly not the best review yet.

Then I thought…maybe I’ll tell them about some of the books on my radar, the ones languishing on my shelf, part of that ever growing list of books to. be. read.¹ But then I decided that talking about books I haven’t read yet isn’t my vibe. What if one of them turns out to be terrible?

So—you’ll get the best-yet book review next week, and you’ll get a list of books I want to read…probably never. Today, I offer you a poem by me, written following a spontaneous fit of inspiration on my walk to work last week. There’s just something about the mundane.

November 2nd

The sun is far away now
And the morning holds me by the ears

A shaggy-headed boy on the bus
Makes his voice sound deep—“back door!”
And steps out in his too-big jeans

When I walk through a shaft of light I pause and turn my face up
I think of someone seeing me do it
Of someone being charmed by me

I would be charmed by me
I am

1. As a treat for footnote readers, while I was brainstorming a list of books I might include (now lost to the world forever) I popped over to the New York Review Books Shop and discovered they’re having a crazy sale! 40% off if you buy 4 books or more?? HELLO! I saved a whole $59.06 if you can believe it. Don’t do that math.