everything is a library [poetry]

I’m in the third grade and everything is a library

Mrs. Griswold is a haggard old piece of gristle and she hates everything

I am reading about dinosaurs and Greek mythology

It is summer and I am in school as part of some educational experiment
The dinosaurs

they speak to me

they say“I too was unwanted in this world

but look how glorious I was.”
Greek mythology she speaks to me

she says“Here is something too magnificent to be believed

Here is something holy

fallen into disrepair.”
And Mrs. Griswold can only scowl in reproach

as I indulge wonders she long ago denied