by Ruby Samuels


Some kind of Band-Aid is what you are

You’ll rub off and stick to some place too far

Or maybe you’re some kind of wandering guest

And I’m some kind of bird with spare room in my nest

No, I know. You’re an empty ATM

I can take what I give when I give what I can

But for now let’s be libraries and sit between shelves

We can borrow free words and colors and smells

Ruby Samuels is a Junior at Barnard and On-Campus editor for Barnard Bite. 


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