National Poetry Writing Month 2017 Poem #19
I should only be a couple of minutes.
I’ll just look–casually browse.
I find perusing the shelves soothing.
I don’t need to buy anything.
I will just look and imagine as though
I own all these lovely books.
I can’t actually buy any of them anyways.
I don’t have money in my budget.
I have no space left in my house either.
I want this book, and that one!
I couldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t get this.
I need a cart or a basket or something!
I feel a desperate need to possess them all.
I am out of control as charge the aisles.
I shouldn’t have come in, but made my decision.
I will own every piece of paper in here!
I must get out of here while I still have cash…