I COULD
LIVE IN THE LIBRARY,
make my bed
on the floor
behind the
stacks in Business & Technical,
wash in the
women’s restrooms,
eat meals
smuggled in knapsacks
by friendly
students,
listen to
Vivaldi on the ground floor
at the bank
of turntables with headphones,
lounge in
Periodicals
with the
daily paper and a bootleg TV
after
closing time,
race up and
down the stairwells
to raise my
pulse,
collect my
mail at the Circulation Desk:
Everyone is fine. The washer broke. What
should
I use for diaper rash? When are you
coming
home?
Published in Skin Hunger
(Potpourri Publications, 1994; Scapegoat Press, 2007)
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Mary, yes, the library is this restful oasis full of all those lovely books. It seemed like the perfect getaway.
Wonderful! I could just see it. I once waited for AAA (flat tire) and decided that it was the best of all the places I could have had to wait . . . and has been a favorite destination most of my life. One day when I'd encountered an unpleasant person at my favorite coffeehouse, I made an unplanned stop at the library so I could go home in a better mood -- and it worked!
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