this ain't a library

when you were
thirteen
you'd go down
to the rexall
drug store
and peruse the rack
of comic
books,
selecting
the ones you'd
bring to the booth
to read
as you
ate a grilled
cheese sandwich,
with a pickle,
chips and a
cherry coke.
you'd sit there
for hours
until
your leg fell
asleep, or
the manager with
a black skinny tie
and white
short sleeved
shirt
tapped you
on the shoulder
and said, hey kid,
this ain't
a library, buy
em or get out.