Towel-Tab Thriller

She bought me at the airport between the gum and the neck

pillows.

Page one, she loved me.

Page five, a cocktail came.

Page

eleven — eleven — she saw the sea.

I lost to the entire sea.

Read me!

Read me! I've got a twist on page one-forty!

The detective did it!

No wait — forget I said — just read me! (ooh-ooh-ooh)

I've been face-down since Tuesday getting tan lines on my spine.

She used my cover for a coaster.

My author spent four years on me.

Four years! The margarita took four minutes.

Read me!

Read me! I've got a twist on page one-forty! (ooh-ooh-ooh)

September. The suitcase. The shelf.

She tells her friends she read me.

...I let her. That's love,

I think. That's love.