Vulture Magazine The Michaelmas Issue 2013 | Page 18

only bottled water allowed
but we choose to show our reverence in different ways,
whispering hotly as we scurry across
the aisles, thumbing books that crumble
into flakes at our incredulous touch, drinking in the waft
of musty thoughts. In the heat, we shed our coats
for skin and peel away at the suspicion that
reading is anything but the breathless kinesis of minds,
of thawing fingertips reaching and yearning for worlds as yet
yawningly inscrutable.
Matthew Chan

Natalie Harney