Reader

He brings his bike, which doesn’t have a kickstand,

into the coffeehouse, so you can’t help noticing

as he moves around the room trying to find

the best place to lean it, but you would have

noticed him anyway, first because he’s cute,

vanilla-skinned and blond, but second because

when he settles into a chair by the window

and reaches into his pocket, what comes out

is not a smartphone but a book, an actual

printed-paper book, serious-looking,

without pictures, and then he begins

reading it, attentively, by choice,

without a highlighter, so seductively

that you want to read with him.

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper