Selling Books

Selling Books

Doesn’t take much to know which to part with.
Hold it in the hand, rifle the pages.
Does it still bring pleasure? Did it ever?

I’m halfway through the novel of my life
If I’m lucky, one book I can’t give away.
It’s written in a language no one knows.

I’m selling books to make that book lighter.
Older, the less words the better. After
An hour, the suitcase is full of books

I don’t think I’ll miss too much. Oh but
It’s sad — they bring so little, like kittens.
And the space they leave. That’s what I’ll read.