Reading Fiction Poem by Julia Luber

The other day I was thankfully bored, for once….as I
think about being bored as the ultimate luxury. Usually
I am filled with a kind of haunted anxiety which I know
is about nothing, in many ways. In many ways, I don't
know that but I choose to fool and trick myself into thinking
this is so. Anyway, I rummaged through stacks of books to think
about what I might read. I had just wrapped up reading a novel
I had absolutely adored - The Memory Keeper's Daughter.
I was practically glued to that book and had not read a book
written by a female in a VERY long time. Not that that matters.
But I had accustomed myself to spy thrill novels as a grip upon
my psyche and soul. I shied away from things about cognitive memory
and strange profound psychological relationships, questioning intimacy
and the way human beings love each other. I had already gotten to that
point that I felt practically nothing about thinking happens amongst
those we love, and make our lives by. It's all just reaction.
And I realized I had read a four hundred plus page poem.
That's the only way I could understand that novel and its
grip on me-that it was essentially a VERY long story telling poem. And
there might be many parts to this poem; this poem I write about reading fiction.