Book Passion

I dreamed I was eating
a book.
It was made from 8 by 12 slabs
one inch deep.
It tasted like cheese
but cut like watercress.
As I chewed
I understood.

As I looked around
others were reading
the same title
but in the regular way.
I couldn't determine
which was best,
eyes only
or digesting it my way.

Others began to notice me
and stare.
Made me feel queer.

I was in a restuarant though,
a fitting place to eat
and drink
so I ordered bourbon
and kept on chewing.

I realized
their eyes
would never make them full.