Inert AM

A pair of disapproving elderly librarians
judging my three-time renewal of books

But I got special permission from the head librarian

A fleece-clad stranger cuddled in,
stealing blankets and real estate

But she’s asleep, so we’re asleep

The intermittent voices of a tin-can radio man
interrupted by the ever-increasing beeps of the alarm clock

Up and at the absurd

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by Jennifer Butler Basile on March 10, 2015  •  Permalink
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Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on March 10, 2015

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  1. Little Mighty

     /  March 11, 2015

    I hate it when the alarm clocks goes off and robs me of a wonderful reverie.

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    • Jennifer Butler Basile

       /  March 11, 2015

      I actually felt pretty uncomfortable under their judging eyes when I woke up . . .

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  2. Little Mighty

     /  March 11, 2015

    I wouldn’t worry. It was after all only a bad dream. Perhaps you will have a wonderful dream tonight that will make you feel exhilarated rather than uncomfortable. I certainly hope so.

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