I ought to read some history, acquire
perspective that may help me comprehend
this modern world’s complexity, or higher
stuff like pure philosophy. I tend
instead to gravitate to fiction’s world,
and even there I rarely take a chance
on literary work. You’ll find me curled
and Kindle-rapt in comical romance.

I often read what I would never write.
As far as I recall, love’s been the scene
attractive, plots that kept me up at night,
novellas in Mom’s “Redbook” magazine.
My favorite author’s Austen; now I see
she always wrote romantic comedy.