book cover

the hatred

or seduction

starts at first glance.

judge a book by its cover

the worst cliche

we all seem to follow.

flip through the pages

and spoil the ending

tells me all I need to know.

but that’s not me

for I love not knowing

where we’re going.

read alone in a bed

sneak a page on a flight

can’t get enough

things move faster than I like.

the mundane of the middle

breaks the pace

avoid the words

growing bored

forgetting where I left off.

should I trust the writer

to get me through

or grab another

and start over?

sometimes I finish

with more wisdom.

when I don’t

I blame the prose.

although

I judged its cover.