I love books. I love words. 
I love fantastic worlds 
and mundane ones. 
I love reading in bed,
in the bathtub, standing
in lines, at the doctor’s office, 
at my desk at work. 

I will probably die 
With a book in my hands. 

I could not read today. 
None of the books on my shelf
spoke to me. None on my Kindle, 
none at the library. No audiobooks,
nothing.

I just sputtered to a halt 
in the middle of an afternoon,
like a car out of gas.

I’m not sure
what to do with myself
if I can’t read.

What do non-readers do?