The hum of the copy machine
diverts my attention
My gaze falls upon the woman
she is alone
sitting at a desolate table
across the room
I pretend that my interest
is solely devoted
to the anthology
which is slipping from my hands
My elbows rest uneasily
on the hard, wooden
library table
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