History Books

poetry by D.e.e.L

he sits in the library
battling books
sipping coffee through a straw
dragging his left hand across the page
covering his pinky in silver
his head nods
eyes snap open

he takes another sip
and cracks his neck
his back
he drills the pencil back into the paper
word after word
about history
the past
he dwells on his own
knowing it doesn’t matter anymore
none of it does
this paper for a grade means he dwelled on the past
for hours
instead of living
making his own history


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