The Library

two recent interactions have been so enjoyable

here at the library

a stranger, then an acquaintance so profoundly impressed with my

presence

as it goes

working at this front desk reminds me of how

many people get excited to see me

their faces light up like light bulbs having their

lamp shades torn off

their jolt like an old photographer's flash

I feel shame

that when I'm wanting to end

it

like I so often do

that I think about these people and it isn't

enough to bring me back to my shrill patch of sanity

how greedy

must my past be to indulge in smothering my future

until the past is all that is left

of me

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