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Saturday in a Basement Engineering Library (by Josh Mandel)

are stacked
packed tight up an aisle
whose narrow rows could zip shut
with the careless operation of a crank
I can see myself stuck between two stacks of journals
crushed packed paper-thin into another victim of compact shelving.

dream was to
track uric acid
in weevil-infested wheat
derive a differential equation to
govern the machines that squirt fig into fig newton
bury another tedious engineering career in the stacks?
[randomly selected from 21 poems/paragraphs here]

(who the heck... ?)