dear bookstore

dear bookstore,
it just so happens that my aforementioned alert reader and i went to visit you just the other night. did i mention the closing of you?! the you i used to work at? a corporate chain persona that begins with a B and ends with an S and has ORDER in the middle...as in ORDER MORE BOOKS PLEASE. (let it be known that i seldom type in all caps as it uncomfortably resembles shouting; however, in this case it seems fitting). as i mournfully gaped at your empty shelves, noting an overabundance of existing merchandise in the form of national geographic's "great migration" and susan boyle cd's (we are sorry susan that we picked you up as a culture only to drop you down, you have a lovely voice)...amid fleece blankets and random backbacks and neon 60% off signs, i went in search of a computer to look up john o'donohue's book on beauty only to find the computer too was gone from your mid-section, the kiosk between fiction and inspiration that i could find blindfolded. "tragic, eh?" i mentioned to a young man perusing the literature section MY FAVORITE SECTION (yes, more shouting)"yeah" he said. "choose wisely." i bantered back. "you too" he said, glumly. yes, like the reader of "yellow-lighted bookstore", i have book lust. i wanted to buy up every remotely interesting paperback that you had, plus hardcover discount books of the beatles, it's true. but you were closing soon...as in timewise...and as in inventory forever. alas. p.s. being a positive person, i note that your cousin P.O. WELLS is doing well. this is my only consolation. i shall pay her several visits in your honor.
between the lines and pages yours ever,
book girl