a good woman is like a paperback
don’t be fooled…
the hardcovers look nice
so shiny and full of themselves.
they come with a glossy cover
but the problem is when you get to know them.
open too much and their spines snap
too heavy to lug around as well
and damn are they expensive to keep
but the paperbacks
ah, they come cheap and easy
they bend to your hands
which caress their gentle figures,
letting you carry them by your hip.
if they’re really good,
you can fall asleep with your head next to them,
pretending to absorb their contents in a dream
only to wake to find yourself stuck on page 11.
when in times of need, they come to us
filling us with hope in the form of a novel
allowing us to skip to the end
just to discover that one was a cliffhanger
and yet they can be difficult
most definitely boring
and not worth the time it takes to finish them at all
unless you’re willing to sacrifice both your mind and time
but the best are the ones we find in the bookstore
I found her sitting on a rack
with a red price tag that said half off
because she was the one
who spoke first to me