when he looked for a friend he
looked to books
two-legged offerings left him little
to desire
which probably explained why he
had a big library in a small house
books sat on chairs on the couchleaned
in corners like drunks
Don
disturb them Their place Theres room on the floor
The floor?
Are you joking me, sit
on the floor?
Nah Ya prefer a seat ya can go outside an sit on
the porchgot some folding chairs out there Theyre low Ifya fall out ya wont hurt yourself
You’re serious.
I am Arentya
Sit on the floor or go outside,
sit on a folding chair, neither sounds comfortable.
Awcomon comfort isnt all its cracked up to be
Or theres the door ya came I didnt invite ya
that curious pause always followed
tendered more times than he
could count
You, ah, trying to be antisocial?
Nahnot at all
You’re not very social.
Ridiculous I have more books than I can possibly read in
their entirety
I like how they smell too
not many got him
but it wasnt important if they
didthey didnt have to
he didnt have to get themhe didnt
want to
he thought he was obvious
he almost hurt himself once laughing
somebody said he was like an unopened
book
2308, Thursday,
27 5. 21
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