Like the library is
starting to smell like home.
Like this past cup of
coffee was one too many.
Like that person who just
started tap dancing in the elevator.
Make me throw things.
Papers and Note cards
Out of my backpack
Off my shoulders
Around my room
Make me wish I was
Driving with my hand out the window
Snuggling with a schnauzer
Chopping off my hair
Dying a slow and painful death
Dying a slow and painful death
But three more days and I’ll
be home.
Finally, finally, finally.
yes, yes, yes!
ReplyDeletewonderfully put.