The book eaters get stuck in the bath tub.
Nocturnal insects they say.
Two eyed prehistoric cousins they seem.
Though they eat knowledge they do not learn how to free themselves from the white curved walls.
They like humans can only walk on horizontal planes.
An unfilled notebook page will do. Scoop them up or they drown just as quick as they get stuck.
Once freed, their quick soft bodies wiggle to shelter. Glimmering fish out of water.
© 2018 by Miya Upshur Williams