Written
2005
I give the shirt from my back.
I have given you my heart.
Su casa es mi casa.
Whatever I have is yours.
Not generosity;
it just is that way with us.
Not yours or mine; just ours.
But, I lend you a book.
It is not a gift.
I expect its return.
Do you not find that strange?
Some fetish of selfishness
or virulent bibliomania?
A book is special.
The loan is a token
for a ride with me.
A transfer so you return to me.
And come back with the book.
A command invitation to share.
I issue you a book as a passport.
Both return to me.
Take from me gifts,
but a lent book is our lifeline.
Notes
Almost a fun note passed in study hall. I do have some friends I see when they return books and CDs. This was just for fun.