Stood in the bookstore, thinking “I want something…nourishing.”...

Stood in the bookstore, thinking “I want something…nourishing.” Thus, poetry. (And OMG how hard is it to not run up to everyone who even sort of remotely passes by the Teen section and scream “YOU NEED A YA BOOK? THAT AUTHOR IS LOVELY. AND THAT ONE. AND HER TOO. NO I DON’T WORK HERE, NOT TECHNICALLY. WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M SCARING YOU.”)