Nasrin Aboulhosn

A thousand four hundred sixty days
in a box. Well, not everyday was spent
in here but any hour spent in here seems like one thousand
four hundred. Sixty more pages of the father of numbers
or the father of the constitution or the mother fucker who assigned his own book
for his own class so we could up his revenue. They say it looks like a rocketship, this
library. That’s how you know who comes here and who doesn’t. If they say it looks like a
rocketship, they have never studied inside it. Because if you sit here with the red panels
shouting “be considerate of others”, you will know good and plenty that this is not a
rocketship. You stay in one place sit in one chair stare at one or two or
four books and memorize enough to regurgitate
your education. There is no space station
just flourescent lighting and girls
with itty bitty laptops glaring as you eat your chips.