books

“It’s the kind of book you store folded in on itself inside a back pocket. With a deep grey echoing black leather jacket hitting the cover and pages while the zipper rattles just enough to be a precursor of arrival. The pocket belonging to a straight legged, mom-jean wearing, white t-shirted Jack Dean wannabe wonders down the road. Beyond all reasons and physics the book manages to stay nuzzled up against that jean pocket and buttock, absolutely ridiculously. Not stirring once through sheer force of will. For the book knows that that is where it belongs and that is where it will stay until called upon.
Only the book isn’t in that archetypal hand but in ______‘s.
And their jeans have no pockets.”