Books By Ally Carter

Books by Ally Carter 

A Poem by Brigid Cooley 

During the summer, I bought 12 new books. 

I only read two of them. 

I do realize that it's because I'm afraid of new places. 

Today I looked at my bookshelf, trying to find a story to lose myself in, 

And I picked one that I've read at least 5 times. 

Its pages have given me paper cuts time and time again,

But the sting it leaves is familiar, so I grip the pages carelessly. 

Go ahead and cut me.

At least I know the wounds you leave me will heal. 

On rainy days, I bury myself in the corners of your binding. 

It's warm there, and I've always loved the beach. 

You're safe. 

I know the rhythm of your voice like I know the lyrics to the songs we screamed together when we were 11. 

You're not good for me,

But at least I know that. 

At least I'm not guessing. 

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