Saturday, June 22, 2019
I Let My Poems Speak for Me
Once there was a quiet librarian, who often seemed busy, but she was someone I wanted to meet. Also I realized she was at work, so I resisted talking to her much. So I started showing her some of my poems. It became kind of a shorthand about what I was doing, and an icebreaker for future conversations, and we became friends. When I asked librarians to do research for me, she was often the one who's do it. One of my requests was pretty involved. She also advised me about when I had questions about certain computer programs. Through time, we became good friends, telling each other about our lives.