Library Magazines

I always wanted to read
Men’s Journal, but would
have to do so surreptitiously,
hiding the cover against my
breast and walking boldly
to the carrel in the back corner.
There I would open the
cover page with excitement
at the secrets inside, the secrets
of that male species which
seems so odd at times.
At this moment, I can see
Men’s Journal just over the
metal bookcase above
Mother Jones, and I’m itching
to go get it since there’s only
one other person nearby, his
head buried in his laptop,
maybe he is reading Women’s Home
Journal or Cosmo on-line.
Seemingly on cue, two
men walked in, no doubt here
to guard their many secrets.