Library [Poem]

I have a feeling you will be in the library
Book in hand, half in some other world
You will always smile predictably and perfectly when you look up and see me observing you from afar in the dust-lingering quiet
You'll close your book, and ask me "What?"
And blink
And I will say "Oh, nothing..."
You will wait awkwardly, but warmly, for me to turn on my heel
Before you resume


"What" is that I don't want a library of love
With hearts locked away in intellectual discourse
Straightened up in a proper binding of intellect and reason
I am vermin
I am hungry for destruction
For the mingling of tails and claws
Fur and teeth and writhing
And ripping your pretty words to shreds


I don't think it will be long before you realize you don't love me
That warm smile reads:
I am fascinating because
You are frightened of me
and...
You just don't know it yet


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