I get stuck on the first page,
hallway through
the first page.
it's a biography of someone's
life.
a hard life
in the hills. not enough love,
not enough hugs,
or food,
or beds to sleep in.
I yawn
and skip to the middle of the book.
nothing
interests me.
I get it. life's a bitch
for some,
and less so for others, but
i'm not feeling it.
I turn to the last page
and I sigh.
I look at the author's photo.
he looks like a really
nice guy, but
i'm glad I didn't read this
book,
having lived through most
of it already.
Saturday, April 18, 2020
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