i touched the buttons
actually having to
erase needed time
reading instructions
as a child the card catalogue
an escape hatch
saturdays spent in dark corners
our local library a getaway
a reprieve
a sanctum
but now everything is online
and the single floor of books here
in the basement, confined, kept hidden
moving tombs their home
i started with the term feminism but landed elsewhere;
phenomenological studies of women
journals not older than i
but long outdated
historically sad
the library made me cry
i wanted to read everything
but also bring it home
a little girl in the patchogue library once again,
alone and crying.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
i touched the buttons
actually having to
erase needed time
reading instructions
as a child the card catalogue
an escape hatch
saturdays spent in dark corners
our local library a getaway
a reprieve
a sanctum
but now everything is online
and the single floor of books here
in the basement, confined, kept hidden
moving tombs their home
i started with the term feminism but landed elsewhere;
phenomenological studies of women
journals not older than i
but long outdated
historically sad
the library made me cry
i wanted to read everything
but also bring it home
a little girl in the patchogue library once again,
alone and crying.
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