there are no librarians in there,
telling me to shush
or scolding me for late returns.

there are no bills in there, either,
or late notices
or final warnings;

no yapping neighbor-dogs
or blinking check-engine lights;

no disappointing report cards,
no traffic jams,
no inscrutable bosses
or unflattering swimsuits.

there is only
an ocean of oblivion in there,
held in check
by an easily defeated
screw-on cap;

that,
and a dead
and grinning worm.

02/24/2007

Posted on 02/25/2007
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