It's a Happy Day!

leave Allen Ginsberg
for another day,
and shes right.

but still i go back
for a second time
and browse.

cross me crying in the poetry
section of the bookstore,
clutching books of many.

i found myself
and i couldn't leave it on the shelf,
streaming tears
finding all the words i was reading
on my cheeks,
and i couldn't leave it.

i notice the man staring at the freak
in the corner
(me)

and i cry still
and buy all the books i can afford
that make me think i'm something.