Today I accessorized with a red dictionary.
Forget my strappy sandals, braided belt and shiny necklace.
Check out my fat ass BOOK!
The thick, scratched tome is nine years my senior;
A bargain for a dollar at the corner yard sale.
An indefinable amount of reference
with a history of ownership unknown. Who else has loved thee?
I paid in quarters and nickles;
How nicely it goes with my little black dress.
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I sat on wall
watching a father and son
tossing a Nerf ball.
The father asked "may I ask
what you are doing
with a Dictionary?"
I didn't know he was watching me too.
Smiling studiously, I replied " I am a very bookish lady! "
Wondered " how are you sure I hold a dictionary? "
and not a hard-cover copy of War and Peace.
How much stranger would that be at a music festival.
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