The Phantom Read
He presented an iPad to his wife for her birthday.
Stellar white and gold, it held all the books
in the world. Saved her from driving to
the library or book store, eyes cloudy,
hands and feet bruised by time.
Can’t remember how to turn it on, she said,
place an order, adjust the font, the light.
A book I don’t touch doesn’t breathe
in my hands. A book I don’t smell
won’t make me hungry to read. A
book I don’t see, doesn’t see me.
Doesn’t call my name.
— t. l. cummings
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