If I were a
book I’d prefer to
be read by someone
who has already read
me someone who knows
and anticipates and waits
for their favorite page
and favorite part someone
who enjoys my weight
and the wait the
wait for it to
happen there’s always something
good about the familiar
a cozy place a
welcome spot and if
I were a book
I’d hide in plain
sight and always overlooked
for there is nothing
special about me except
to those who have
already dared to read