a tiny clit of light cupped in an azure votive glass the librarian's words lingering like an eddie in a spring rain formation somebody's awake, their footfalls make the stairs ache "Sometimes you find exactly the book you're looking for Sometimes you don't, and sometimes that sucks But sometimes it means you find something else you didn't even know You'd love, and you never would've found it if..." tomorrow I'll sit up straight at my desk faded in denim tight in the remainder of youth Write whatever words I can, because I can't remember exactly what she said tonight