Sure
there are eucalypts but they seem as out of place as we do.
—Cassie Lewis
I have joined
the leagues:
I am grooming
at the public
library. I am,
to be precise,
clipping my finger-
nails into a can
of trash near the
poetry section.
But this act
definitely falls
easily under the
category of The
Leagues
Who
Groom
Them-
selves
at the
Public
Library.
Next thing you
know, I’ll be tak-
ing a sponge bath
in stall number two
on floor one – in
the only public
restroom at the
public library.
When I last used
to come regularly
to the main library –
to browse the poetry
section, no less –
I would often refer
to the men’s room
as the homeless
showers.
The next
thing I know....
