Notes
from the Late Night Library
by james
bezerra
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from the late night library, hour 1: finals stress smells like sweaty coffee. A
girl bought a calculator from the vending machine.
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from the late night library, hour 2: a febrile, moist-eyed psych major borrowed
our scotch tape. He has not been seen since.
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from the late night library, hour 3: So quiet here I can hear the ASL students
signing. I think they're talking about me.
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from the late night library, hour 4: Fatalism sets in. An escalator stopped
working, two students just stood there, marooned.
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from the late night library, hour 5: No one is saying there are mimes hiding in
the stacks. That isn't a rumor. Don't look for them.
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from the late night library, hour 6: As I'm leaving, see a pizza guy
delivering. People he passes look up, angry and envious.
