Library poem 1

Vanessa please don’t bless me
Don’t lay down a prayer in my name
Don’t deem my unpainted toes divine
Don’t wallow in your gratitude.

Vanessa please don’t praise me
Don’t sing your relief in alto
Don’t write me sonnets of self
Loathing. This is my job Vanessa

And this is my name tag, don’t
Clasp my hands and beg my forgiveness
Vanessa, and end each sentence
With my name. Don’t thank me

More than the usual, cordial grateful
But aloof thank-you of a not so
Invested adult. Vanessa. Let’s be adults
About all this computer shit, it’s fine.

Vanessa please don’t wrap your hands together and thank god for me,
For doing the things I do for everyone,
For strangers, Vanessa, it’s just my job.
–ECW

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