There’s a bookshelf at my job what isn’t really a bookshelf so much as a lovely waste of garbage books. It was originally an interior design installation art piece and, well, still is: books sorted by color, shoved in vertically and horizontally in order to be a solid wall of rainbow. As the man said, “It’s pretty, but is it art?”
Anyway, I’m making it art.
In between serving tables I’m resorting the books, being careful to keep them in color-coordination, using them like refrigerator magnets to create poems. Anyone interested in reading the poems should follow @BookshelfPoetry on Instagram.