The Library will be closed on Monday, January 18 for Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.
Five dozen shouting.
All mouths open vocalizing hatred for hate –
some to be cool, others to get it out –
looking left and right for the movement.
Where’s it going?
Never looking from where it came;
9:45. My heart begins to race. I unconsciously cross my legs on top of one another with my foot anxiously bouncing up and down, my leggings making a soft swishing sound from the friction of them rubbing together. My teacher drones on and on and on about poetry. Normally, I’d be interested.