|Watching My Reflection in the Window
Author: meguin PM
in the Library. long title. Written in spring '06 for my poetry workshop, forgotten until now.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 290 - Published: 02-05-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2315503
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Watching My Reflection in the Window in the Library.
even though I was assigned a new section
of law books, then I quit―
Each dusty book on artisanry and textiles
was held in my hands carefully
(some were so old they might crumble into dust)
and I read almost all of them
because the library was my home.
I said to my friend
that none of our friends have any depth
and he said
"Yeah, that's what I meant when I said they're shallow."
But I meant all of them
and he meant the younger ones.
I go back to the library
because it was my home
before I met all of them, when I had no friends here.
I want to make it home again,
I want to watch the seagulls and pigeons huddle on the ledges;
I want to watch the rain come down from the roof in sad waterfalls;
I want to listen to the flies smashing themselves against the window;
I want to see my ghost of a reflection in the windows over the amphitheater;
they're all gone
even though they're here,
every word I've written this semester
has changed my insides in some subtle way
that leaves me choking for meaning,
for a connection,
that I don't think I'll ever find.