After posting final grades, I leave the
Office for the local big-box bookstore.
There, I lose myself in the sanctuary of
Its wide aisles and white fluorescent lights.
I linger in the cooking aisle, its
Tall shelves stocked with books on beer, burgers, and
Bread. I thumb through a guide to Persian food,
Gorgeous glossy photos of food I will never make –
Herbed frittata with fenugreek,
Saffron rice with sour cherries,
Pomegranate chicken –
Then seek at last the comfort of comic
Books, with their squat spines and their bold colours.
I read old Calvin and Hobbes for hours.
After dark, I go home to my dim flat,
To my supper of toast and tea. I put
All my books away, turn out the lights, and
Go to bed.