Tagged: library

in two-hundred-and-

in two-hundred-and-
eight universes, our paths will
cross on the seventh

floor, fingers idly bookmarking
pages, waiting for a subplot
.
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after bringing home

after bringing home
the best 2kg
sourdough in
town, we are
transformed,
and you
are library-bound,
a list of bread
and baking
book titles in
hand, itching
to get your
starter started
.
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we are surveying

we are surveying
the library of weeds this
morning, browsing the

new spines for a tale or two,
an earthworm catches me off guard
.
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we are in the stacks,

we are in the stacks,
caught once more between M-ML
and N-NX. you

pull a book from my left ear,
and it’s always the first time
.
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there are some things

there are some things
for which you still
go into
Manhattan –
your borrowed
books, a certain
kind of jazz, the
Union Square
fishermen, that
old Hollywood
grit
, a catalogued
indulgence
.
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y

20080216

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.
.
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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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