this bitch empty

Charging down the maw of the ocean I want to come close, I want to come closer I held your name inside my mouth Through all the days out wandering But called up from the mouth of oblivion Cast away like dogs from the shelter I shed the dulling armor plates That once collected radiance And, surging at the blood's perimeter: The half remembered wild interior Of an animal life

For public libraries, one of the ways we secure funding year to year is lending. Governments don’t want to fund more books if they’re not being used and the way we measure use is by issues. Regardless of whether you read it or not, whether you have it for a day or a month, if you issue it to your library card, we get the stats! It makes the library look good!