i don’t know about you
but libraries
dont work for me.
i don’t need a citadel.
a sanctuary.
i don’t need silence
to hear myself.
i bury myself in the world.
i hide in plain sight.
im in the corner of
the student center.
at a tall table
outside of a bistro
in an airport.
sitting on a bench
in a crowded park.
i can’t be alive in silence.
i love the sound
of pre-meds playing ping-pong,
of happy reunions,
and baggage claim assignments.
love the laughs on the breeze
the sound of swings
and running feet.
i love the sound of life.
i don’t need silence
that closes me off.
i need the ordinary
to remind me
that i am alive.