no one is making a noise
to test the depth of
silence. no one is
dropping a hint to lose
the stillness of a
solution. no one is
collecting data for this
placebo effect. someone
is opening a window
to confirm the
absence of a breeze.

i miss those manual circulation
days when a book
held deep pockets full
of names, thoughtful
gestures of those who, like me,
checked out and checked in
for an unfamiliar ride. i miss
calculating how long each
book had been waiting
in between borrowers and
how many others have already
shared this particular story.
i miss lining up dutifully
with my name
in a different style, in
contrasting ink. and i
miss entering myself
into each new raffle –
a wager on becoming
the next winner
after so many years


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