Weird Looks in Waiting Rooms.

"One
Day.
I am going to collect
Every
Single
Eraser shaving I can
Find.

Don't you wonder where they go?
The little oblongs of rubber.
They collect at the corners of your
Desk and at the bottom of your bin,
In the lining of your pencil case.

One
Day.
One day I'm going to drag
Each
One
Up in a single sweeping
Gesture.

There's a tiny eraser that
Lies teetering on the edge
Of the gap that
Parts my desks.
It will fall.
But when it does,
I'll tell you:
The little shavings
Do not follow it like friends.
They lie there just the same.


...

I've been searching the whole
World now.
I have a pile
As high as my Knee,
And I know it can be as
High as my arms,
But tonight
I will use it as a pillow
And think about the ladies,
And the strange looks
I get
In waiting rooms,
As I peer into their bags,
And empty out their bins."



Thanks to Bleydy for inspiring me into writing when she said: "She was in a waiting room giving me weird looks."