mid-night

In the midst of writing 4 midterms, a fiction assignment and working on an essay this week, I also managed to write some kind of poem last night while stepping out of the library at closing time. I guess we humans are capable of a lot, or something.


mid-night

the Chinese girls
file out of the library
late tonight

they huddle close -- a word not squeezed
between them

smart, sure,
I don't have their talent for layering

sweater on sweater
cool length of skin

books sheltering the wind