it is 10:37pm.
do you know where your librarian is??

long days seem to be in my future.
someone leaves, and things need to be filled in.
guess i am the filler.
not sure if that is bad or not.
feels odd being here now and not at home.
wish i felt good about it but i will suck it up and deal
after all, you can do anything for a week, right??

or maybe not.
being here at night is very different.
people ask other questions...like.....what time do you close
or
can i print
or
how do you cite MLA??

but no rush, i'll get the answer and it will be grand.
but when i get home, only the kitties will be up.
going to be a lonely cup of bedtime tea.

april is poetry month

i wish i could write poems like i once did
i could write anything, anytime and it made sense
at least to me!
but not any more
i have trouble placing one letter after another
i was told by a psychic i should write to get the energy out
i should write to let the anger out'
i should write to let the fear out
but i am to tired, not angry enough or too angry
and always frightened.
does that mean i have already written enough??