Reading non-fiction
looks like a quiet sport
but this is misleading
the reader’s mind is a ruckus of rebuttals
musings and interrogations
fantasies of integrating
the cleverest bits
into his next
conversation
it is fiction
that is the true repose
an act of patience
listening to the author scratch his pen
slowly
along the plot
trusting
that he has invited interesting people
into your flesh.