“there is no such thing
as reading too much.”
this is what I tell you
when you insist
that there is some danger of
becoming lost in the stuff—
mistaking seriphs for serpents,
swallowing a story so whole
that its hook
sticks in my throat.
“there is no such thing
as reading too much”
I tell you, bold-faced,
surrounded by snakes
with a line through my lip.