i got lost
in the library
to think my time was wasted
or rather - borrowed
and left by the orphaned paperbacks
like the last dog remaining
at the rescue shelter.
i got stalked
in the library
to think i worried
about finding cover
when, in fact, i found thousands
and i hid behind them
skipping through
hospital wards
where the bereaved
wore glistening plot armour,
and American homes
where paternal affection
was grievously mistook
by European men
with lyrical prose
and when i emerged
found my bearings
set my feet
in the tar of reality
it did not treat me kindly
so, to the librarian:
if i disappear again
please assume i'm safe and sound
because if this is what being lost is like
i'd rather not be found.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
i got lost
in the library
to think my time was wasted
or rather - borrowed
and left by the orphaned paperbacks
like the last dog remaining
at the rescue shelter.
i got stalked
in the library
to think i worried
about finding cover
when, in fact, i found thousands
and i hid behind them
skipping through
hospital wards
where the bereaved
wore glistening plot armour,
and American homes
where paternal affection
was grievously mistook
by European men
with lyrical prose
and when i emerged
found my bearings
set my feet
in the tar of reality
it did not treat me kindly
so, to the librarian:
if i disappear again
please assume i'm safe and sound
because if this is what being lost is like
i'd rather not be found.
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