I dreamed I was eating
a book.
It was made from 8″ by 12″ slabs
one inch deep.
It tasted like cheese
but cut like watercress.
as I chewed I understood.
As I looked around
others were reading
the same title
but in the regular way
I couldn’t determine
which was best,
eyes only
or digesting it my way.
Others began to notice me
and stare.
Made me feel queer.
I was in a restaurant though,
a fitting place to eat
and drink
so I ordered bourbon
and I kept on chewing.
I realized
their eyes
would never make them full.
(Belinda Subraman)
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