and now to be here
with it
beyond quiet
instead of
low keystrokes
and mumbling
like accustomed,
I cringe to think of
what the new library
must be like
because of all places
they’re supposed to be
old and full of
imprints left by
hapless student asses
and here this one’s been
deconstructed, gutted with
brown dust cover
put up over all the doors.
so silent that
even I
can hear the
pipes quake
and rush with
water as
a funny lady
who loves everything
flushes her
waste away
above me.