good morning.

for jon-michael with love and squalor

There is a space within the bookshelf that I found on the ninth floor the library.  It is nestled between Blake and Borges.  Blake on the left, Borges on the right, or the opposite if you were to sit in the opposite direction.  This is where I am on Mondays between two and six in the afternoon, waiting for class, proverbs of labyrinths, eating carrots but thinking about popcorn, reading myself to sleep until I can find someone else to do it for me.