Central Library
Literature floor
walked down the rows
of occupied desks,
lamps on, people with
books open, laptops glowing,
shoulders hunched
finally found
empty desks near
the rear wall
was almost
driven to another floor
by the faint (very faint)
scent of urine or maybe
a long-unwashed body
sat down anyway.
on the side of the
cubicle, someone wrote
“don’t let anyone tell you
you can’t”
and below it,
in someone else’s
writing:
“even yourself.”
hopefully someone will
spray some air freshener
and leave the graffiti.
narinda heng 