He lost himself in a book
an interesting story about an amnesiac
who was captivated by the story
he was reading
And forgot he was there, in the margin.
He thought he was at work
proving right those who said he would
Never amount to much
The assistant manager gave him the book
to broaden himself because he showed promise
underneath that dreamy exterior
He was in aisle seven, so he thought
near the baked goods
thinking about his schooldays,
remembering he had been told to avoid using adverbs
when he was writing.
But he only half-recalled the rule and took it to extremes
and avoided adverbs when he was reading as well.
He lay on the floor, curled like a wounded cat
Bags of haphazard flour on the floor
and a book, open on page two.
And he, trapped in the margin,
working his way by inches
around the word ‘slowly’.