Novelists and Nobodies
Ah, now this my domain, the library
Where cultures collide.
Men of leisure reeking from their latest dumpster dive
mingling with men in leisure suits studiously swimming in their work.
And me, in my disguise?
I'm hidden between both,
Where else can a man of my means
In my situation loiter all day
and still look poignant -
Though I've really no place to go.
Like the man from the street
and the man incomplete,
I am simply another book on a shelf
waiting to be read.
R. Biffany '09