And here, dahlings, my ode to Full Circle Bookstore, my favorite bookstore in Oklahoma City. I penned the first draft on one of my first visits to Full Circle after moving back here from Germany in 2007.
The poem is a snapshot of that evening as the husband and I sat and perused and listened and relaxed. A little bit of magic touched the universe that night.
coming full circle
the smell of new books is intoxicating
like the sexy blood-rush scent of a man’s cologne
why do we want to breathe so badly?
i must live here
we wouldn’t have to sleep
on the skinny patterned rug in front of the fireplace
we could lay out an air mattress
tuck it behind bookshelves during the day
a ring of ethereals
perches of movie theater seats
and plays celtic music
a girl gets up to riverdance with the flute
while my fingernails tip-tap the
on my take-home box of fettuccini from up the hall.