Even though the majority of my books are stacked in piles and piles of boxes at my dad’s house back in Wisconsin (I don’t know what I would do if he couldn’t store them for me until we move back!), my book collection here in Canada keeps growing and I can’t keep up! And worse – Jason has picked up my habit of book collecting. Our shelves are lined with books we hope to have time for some mythical day in the future when we have time. We have filled another crate of comic books and need to buy yet another bookshelf… and it is new comic book Wednesday…
I Buy Books I Know Will Never Read
Mindy M. Wara
Half Price Books should never
have given me a teacher discount,
volumes by the crateful at 10% off.
I sift through every nook and cranny of the store,
scrounging the towering shelves for my next fix.
I love justified margins and strip
off book jackets soon as I get home.
I admire the ruffed rabbit etched
into Alice in Wonderland’s leather cover.
Fingering the texture helps me understand the text.
I am a slow reader. I distract myself
with the diction of every paragraph,
the shape of every word,
caught up in the moment that Times New Roman
meets black on white in anything by Austen.
The musty smell of cheap titles
and water stained pages fills my summer
as I dig through cardboard boxes
in strange garages,
rummaging for literacy’s sake.
10% off of Half Price is still too much
when too many books is never enough.
Books spill off shelves and into the swarm
of words I wade around in on my apartment floor:
Given the choice between rent or the rush
of words added to my hoard,
I always chose words.