the library is quiet,
quiet enough to hear my own thoughts.
which i would rather ignore.
the thoughts of who i was,
who i am, and why i’ve changed.
i would prefer to stick to the
maybes, the shoulds, and the woulds-
the past and the present
and much too defined.
much too permanent.
and permanency has never
been my thing.
i would much prefer
the library to be loud.
its silence allows my to hear myself.
and i’d rather be deaf
to my own thoughts.
