That Book

$20 sits in my back pocket
as I search, my hands skate
across spines

I know you’re there
somewhere
hiding

Captured in my hands
your slick
but gnarly cover binds
your mysteries

Your colours like golden sun
setting in the west

B-O-N-E-S intrigues me
while draws others
away

I show you off
but people look

“Really
that book?”

That book.