Stone, Papyrus, Clay
Inside the library, the student
Reads the dailies all the time
When he should be reading thick
Hardbound books, reams of unbound
Photocopies and scented paperbacks.
He better understands things
With pictures, quotation marks, headlines
Captions, sidebars—color, conversation
Movement, height, weight, breadth
Render flesh to abstractions.
He despises terms that are as vague as the next day
Concepts that blur like his significant other
Ideas like isms sound like Sahara or the
We need not ask, then, how come the fish smell
Of the cheaper pulp lures him more.
On the paper, the student reads something familiar—
His own character immersed in every day’s color
Conversation, movement, weight, breadth and depth.
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