Dear Bestselling Author
Confessions of a bibliophile, a poem
So sorry, I apologize my fetish I do recognize
When books I find surrounding me, I can’t escape the burning need…
to take… …to steal… to set them free…
From crowded shelves where no one sees
Or takes the time to read your cover — turn your back and you’ll discover
This guilty poet’s dark disease, as with your masterpiece she flees
**Please note, no books were harmed in the making of this poem
Steph Thompson 2021
